Cat Romero is pretty. Her beauty isn’t as obvious as her sister’s. But the more I see of Cat, the more I begin to fixate on the details of her person. Her smooth, tan skin and her perfectly-shaped hands, like a suit of armor made in miniature to show the craftsmanship. Her pale pink lips, as heart-shaped as her face. Her sharp white teeth that flash into view when she dares to snarl at me. I wondered if I would get tired of this game, but the more I play with her, the more I want.
