Heels Off. Engine On.

The house was still, filled with sleeping bodies and empty bottles. Last night had been a blur of music, laughter, and promises she didn’t believe. Now the first blush of dawn spilled across the horizon, and she couldn’t stay a moment longer. She tiptoed across the courtyard, heels in hand, the dew soaking her bare feet. The car was parked at the edge of the drive, facing east. She dropped the shoes onto the passenger floor, climbed in, and started the engine. It roared to li

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