55 Flash Fiction Friday: The Visitor
The miniscule hairs on her leg stood on end. Her eyes cast toward the bathroom, and the sound of the flushing toilet. She laughed when she thought about the night before.
“And we hardly had a chance to finish our second beer!”
When the door opened, she crooked her finger knowingly at the handsome stranger.
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