a light shove

“He’d better not be late again,” she said quietly and her voice sounded hard and brittle. Andrea dropped the key back into her purse and stepped inside the dark, stale room. Her thin shoulders slouched wearily as she kicked off her shoes. Andrea nudged the door with a light shove that only barely brought the latch shut with a slow, tentative click.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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