I'd come this close to picking her up.
Now that she'd shown me what she was really made of, the thought of touching her made my skin crawl. For the first time in my life, it was easy to keep my hands to myself.
I had to start hanging out in more well-lit places. I wriggled away, leaving her to whatever rock she'd crawled out from. under.
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch