Day 19 Prompt: Write anything without using the nineteenth letter of the alphabet.
There we both were. Alone. Looking at each other, the air thick with raw energy that threatened to choke the life out of me. A gaze told me, “Only if you want me to.” My gaze dropped to a mouth, and I placed my hand on a jaw, my thumb tracing the contour of a bottom lip (the only reply I could manage).
In one fluid moment, I am off the couch, and cradled/caged in an embrace.