I cling on harder to the shutters, the only thing keeping my balance when he pulls out of me before he pushes back in, over and over. When I return back to my seat, I watch her out of the corner of my eye. XXX The upper half of the wall behind the bar is mirrored, and when I turn to look at myself I see two tiny puncture marks in my neck, as though I’ve been bitten. PART ONE
POV: Eva
Afternoon shifts in the bar are always slow, but somebody has to do them. His tongue snakes into my mouth, warm and wet, and I can taste the beer he’s been drinking. We move to pick them up at the same time, and when her fingers touch mine she jumps back like she has
