Review: Halo Grace / Brielle Reese

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New York City. I see her across the crowded bar, alone near a window, just sliding out of her coat. Winter outside. Warm and inviting here. We shake hands, begin to chat. She's got deft humor, sharp insights delivered in a soft voice. She's funny and fun. A little shy at first. Her legs are long, slim, her body curvaceous, sinewy but also soft. Her hands graze my fingers on the table, then my knee. I'm suddenly hard. She touches. Lightly. With a smile. She wants to go. Now, please, she whispers.