“Are you sure?” he whispered against the skin of my neck. I’d never been more sure of anything. Even if this was my first time. “Have you ever—?” He shook his head. “Never.” Our love story occurred in memories; in moments that slipped through my fingers like the sand. …It was the swirling air; …theContinue reading “So much for summer love: Flash Fiction”
Jenna Goldsmith 