Fastlove - Part 4

It’s a quarter past twelve when she gets into your car, swinging herself into the seat with a practised grace. As you reach for the gearshift, your eyes can’t help but notice the goose bumps on her slender legs, no doubt a reaction to the sudden change from the humidity outside to the cool air now surrounding her.

Your eyes linger a moment longer than they probably should, and you wonder if she noticed. She turns to face you, her hand flicking aside the strands of her long blonde hair.

singapore