Karl As I watch Abby disappear into the crowd, the lingering echoes of the music from our dance still resonate in my mind. It’s a strange mix of emotions that washes over me—happiness from the dance, a sense of loss as she leaves, and a tinge of uncertainty about what will happen after tonight.
As the night continues, I can’t help but think about her. She looked so stunning under the party lights, her white dress fitting her perfectly, her golden hair cascading in gentle waves down her back. Ethan continues to chat with me, but my mind feels distant. Finally, I have to excuse myself from
Abby The rest of the night goes by in a whirlwind. John, Anton, and I are like a well-oiled machine, sending out plate after plate of well-received meals. There are a few complaints and dishes that are sent back, but we handle everything in stride. “Abby, table seven sent back their steak,” Dais
Abby We’re nearing the end of the night, and although my feet are more sore than they’ve ever been and there’s a fine sheen of sweat on my skin, it’s a good sort of exhaustion that I’m feeling. I’m taking a moment to stand beside the line, sipping on some ice cold water to calm my nerves. It
Their mother chuckles. “Thank you again,” she says to me. With a nod and a final smile, I leave them to enjoy the rest of the party and head back to the kitchen. But as I walk away, I can’t deny the tears that have gathered in my eyes. I almost forgot how much I love children, and it fills m
Abby The night air is cool against my flushed cheeks as I sprint down the dimly lit street. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my feet carry me forward with a sense of urgency I don’t think I’ve ever felt before. It feels as if time itself is slipping away, and I need to catch it before i
Abby It’s well past two in the morning by the time I unlock the front door to my apartment. My feet are so sore that all I can think about is collapsing onto the couch, but I also smell like a kitchen and there’s a solid layer of sweat coating my entire body, so the shower comes first. I qui
And then, in one swift motion, I pull the belt loose and shrug the robe off of my shoulders. Karl’s eyes wander my naked body, a hungry look in his gaze that I haven’t seen in its full intensity in years. Without hesitation, he steps forward and touches my skin, my breasts, my hips. His touch se