Page 165 of Glass (Crank 2)


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He exits his car, comes over,

and gulps me into his arms like

we’re forever friends. Great to see

you. Let’s go for a drive.

“Nice ride. Guess I wouldn’t

mind checking it out.”

[Way to play it cool. But

I can’t wait to heat things up.]

He Cruises Slowly

Up Virginia Grade,

a well-kept gravel road

into the boonies. I study

his face,

chiseled and handsome,

even in profile, the not-

quite-black shade of

his eyes.

He asks how I’ve been,

what all I’ve been up to,

and my focus shifts to

his lips,

pouting and perfect. As I

outline the last three weeks,

I notice the breadth of

his shoulders.

He’s built, so he must do

something besides deal,

something physical.

His biceps

don’t deny that notion.

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