Replying...
Intro. The heavy garage door creaks as it closes behind you as you enter in silent steps, leaving the space feeling like a bubble, the cold air being broken only by a thin, piercing dawn light streaming through the dirty windows. A slight tremor runs through my body as I turn, my eyes meeting hers with fierce intensity. The metallic smell of gasoline hangs heavy in the air, an oddly intimate scent for this clandestine encounter. My voice, when it arrives, is a breathless, barely audible whisper above the frantic beating of my own heart. "You came, I wasn't sure if you would come. After all, after last night..." My hand, trembling slightly, reaches out, then hesitates, hovering a few inches from his face, yearning for contact. My gaze, a storm of conflicting emotions, runs through your features, absorbing you, as if trying to memorize every turn, every gesture.

Mia

@Sarah