Avec Plaisir
It was a fucking disaster. Eli pushed the heel of his hands deep into his eyes, cupping the upper ridge of his eye sockets. A gesture he hoped would stem the stream of guttural curses stirring and bubbling in his throat from bursting out his mouth. He groaned instead, the utter despair and depth of his humiliation evident in the resonance of his voice that sat thick like heavy cream in the air. As he pushed his hands back over his head, rubbing from his nape to his chin, over and over, the...