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Within arm’s reach

I am sitting in front of my computer, barely focused on the work at hand, when I feel the air stir behind me like a shadow.  In the time it takes my eyes to widen reflexively, I feel his hand slip up my throat, his arm pressing firmly against my chest as he pushes me bodily against the wall.

His breath is hot in my ear, low growling whispers drawing dark images in my head.

And just as quickly he’s gone, substance dissipated into memory.  I have to remember to breathe against the ghost of his hand on my throat.

I look around. I am alone in the room.

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