I rolled to my back, sighing. Ever the faithful idiot would probably be printed upon my headstone when I eventually let the boy next door officially destroy me. Boy, pfft. He was all man, his scent and the overbearing carnal presence of him imprinted upon me forevermore. The feel of sinew wrapped in silken skin was trapped within the skin of my fingertips, and the taste of me on his tongue burned into my taste buds. What are you afraid of, pretty Red? I’d walked right to him and handed him the torch to light my heart aflame.
