Spicy Little Curses

by J.T. Geissinger

His grip on my wrist wasn’t bruising, but it was unyielding, as if he had no intention of ever letting go.

It was wild, urgent, the kind of kiss that proved she wasn’t afraid of curses or consequences.

“Shut up.” I blinked at him innocently. “I didn’t say a word!” “Your expression is saying it all for you.” “So stop looking,”