Virtual Ink Volume 2 // Issue 1 // Fall 2014 | Page 54
BY CARISSA REAM My fingers brush the rough leather of his jacket as I push myself away from him. I can s ll feel the ghtness of his calloused hand around my neck, and I gasp for air. He shoves me back into the
Virtual Ink Volume 2 // Issue 1 // Fall 2014 | Page 53
Virtual Ink Volume 2 // Issue 1 // Fall 2014 | Page 55