For She Is Wrath

by Emily Varga

“And how would you wish to read me?” He was closer, his chest nearly touching mine. We were partially obscured by a curtain and I felt the rise and fall of his breath. “I would read you like a novel. From cover to cover, learning everything about you.” He tilted his head. “Leisurely, only taking me out when you felt like it?” I snorted. “Is that how you read your novels, Mazin? How uninspiring. No, I mean in a fierce frenzy, by candlelight, devouring you until I finished every page and committed it to memory, and then I’d flip right back to the front and start again from the beginning.”