Hoshor Plains dife

perhaps, air puffs out in front of maleah's face in a cloud of steam. i don't know if men are capable of loving a woman the same way we can with one another.
maleah did not know if she had ever been so close to another's face in the way she is now. she can feel the warmth of mireille's breath, count the freckles that dot the bridge of her nose. her throat tightens.
why is she suddenly so nauseous?
she needs to breathe; needs to break the tension that now clings to her. her face cracks into a nervous, thin-lipped grin. i imagine it's probably more fun, too.