I sat on the library window ledge after hours, staff door locked behind us because a friend on the desk had waved us through and left. Charcoal jacket off. White…
I was already on the studio floor when Owen came back with water. Shirt off one shoulder. Leotard still on. Both black heels in my lap like I had been…
Evening came up on the glass and the city turned the studio blue. I stood in the same black dress, one heel extended, and Ben closed the door behind him…
Later, as promised, I sat on the desk in the cream knit, one heel dangling, the other braced on a drawer. The models were a soft blur. Dan stood between…
