"Cuffs" by Ed Kurtz in Shotgun Honey

Morrie drew a deep, cold breath through his nostrils; the A/C unit under the motel room window was set as low as it went, and the air smelled and tasted clean for its coldness. Better still, Inez’s nipples stood out like the erasers at the ends of schoolhouse pencils, as best as Morrie remembered any schoolhouse. He focused on them now, small and dark and tight. And he snatched the handcuffs from her waiting hand. ... The ending. You'll like the ending. Read story here.