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Damon
She didn’t come to the bar the next night. Or the one after. But I knew she’d come back. That kind of release, the real, raw kind, it’s addictive. Especially when you’ve never had it before.
On the third night, she walked in five minutes before her shift. She was in the same getup. She had on the same cap, and the same loose shirt and binder. But she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
I left her to work. I waited u til after the bar was closed. She wiped down the counter quickly like she’d rather be somewhere else than here. I leaned against the far end of it, watching her and letting her squirm. Oh I so much enjoyed that.
“Eli.”
She froze. I said it again, quietly now. “Elle.”
She dropped the rag, raising her head slowly with her eyes wide. I came around the bar slowly, watching her e
