The Pickpocket

Nam H. Nguyen - the pickpocket

We said our goodbyes and embraced each other in our arms. “See you,” he said, with his rogueish charm. His hands travelled down my waist, but before they could – I teased away. Please stay. “See you,” I said back. I felt like crying. He laughed, of course, like he always did. “Don’t worry. I’ll … Continue reading The Pickpocket