He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.
>>water to pull me out of my reverie and, as I adjusted the knob once more before stepping into the expanse of the stall, the shift from <<
>> the insistant noise that woke me. "Of course," I mumbled. "Why _wouldn't_ my phone be ringing already?" It was...I checked the bright >>
>> Sitting up with a start, long fingers tugged through my hair as a groan slipped past my lips. "Not the lido deck," I mused to myself, >>