.
.
The heat pressed against his throat.
Yves allowed himself to straighten.
Then,
oh so slowly,
he rose.
.
A bit more.
.
.
.
.
Nothing.
.
.
.
The heat
pressed against his throat.
Yves allowed himself
to straighten.
Then,
oh so slowly,
he rose.
.
A bit more.
.
.
.
.
Nothing.
.
