Wish You Were Here
“Look at you, already flushed and breathing hard. You like this, don’t you?”
His footsteps echoed off the hallway floor. It was the warning I needed to get in position. He didn’t know it at the time, but there was a reason I wanted hardwood floors throughout the whole house. It was not just for aesthetics. Subs needed every advantage they could get, and sometimes, the sounds of their footfalls were all telling. I silently slipped off the bed, my bare feet padded lightly across the floor, and lower...