We sipped spiked wine on Bella’s cold basement floor, even though our high school age kept us from purchasing the coolers. Bella broke the seller’s lock with the hammer swing, lifting her dark skirt; exposing her pale thighs. Bella’s mom was out of town. I can’t imagine how it made Bella feel. She and I alone. A tipsy me tipped my anxious wrist, spreading a drink on her dress. I was breathing, but I couldn’t feel my face. Bella had her long, red hair wrapped around her shoulder. I could see the light in Bella’s brown eyes, but I couldn’t see the flickering flames of the candle. Bella focused on my lips. I asked if she wanted a taste.
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