No Sweeter Poison

by Leonora Mendez Castillo

No hay veneno más dulce, que el del amor verdadero

She looks down at the credit card, brows pressed together. “I’m not taking that.” “You can’t use yours because your transactions could be tracked.” I hold up the credit card. “Take it. Rack up a few hundred thousand dollars in debt, it’ll make you feel better.” Her lips purse and Dahlia’s eyes ignite. Torn between pride and stubbornness, she eventually snatches it from my hand. “I’m going to max it out.” I make my way to the door. “It doesn’t have a limit.” “Well…then, I’ll rack up a bill so high you’ll need a ladder to reach the top!” I almost laugh. “Have fun with that.” Dahlia crosses her arms over her chest, chin lifted. “I’m an expensive habit.” I hover at the threshold. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “I can afford it.”

“You’re fucking poison for a man, did you know that?” I smile against his lips. “The sweetest kind.”