JackieSnape80

The day we first met, she was naked. The empty gallery had turned the A/C off and she said, "it's hot, too hot for clothes," and she stripped down to skin. She was pink and raw from sunburn, shiny plasma peeking out of translucent cracks in her epidermis. "How many times have you done this today?" I asked her. "Also, hello." I know I flushed pinker than her, fully clothed in my capris and navy fingerless gloves even though it was already July-- burning for her, because she didn't seem to notice her own skin. She smiled, asked, "Am I beautiful?" "I don't even know you." "Okay," she said. "I have to go," I said. "Okay."  *       *