scrutinizing his waistline like a seamstress to the fabric on a mannequin.
she clenched his hips in her hands and jerked his waist,
abruptly, an inch or so to the left and stopped.
his arms limply followed, first extending out like an opened umbrella,
his torso the handle,
arms twisting right, then left, while falling closed in one swift motion at his sides.
she nestled her head under his chin
and pressed her cheek into his chest
and crossed his arms over her back
where his hands landed loosely on her hips, graspless.
she waited, standing still, still felt nothing
nothing but an imminent heart beat and before body heat
so she let him let go
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