Today's OneWord: Aura

"Yes...I can feel hostility coming from you. It's discoloring your aura. The pastel is fading to shade..."

"Shut up," I muttered with my eyes half-closed. "You're full of shit."

She continued to move a single finger up and down my bare chest. Sweat mingled in a friendship across my collarbone, which bulged outward from my skin and created a bony halo. She giggled.

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