The Wren

by Penelope Black

“Baby girl, I’m still wearing your cum on my lips like frosting from my favorite cake.”

“I thought you knew a magician never—” “Reveals his secrets,” I finish for him. “I remember what you said. But I need to know how worried I should be. Will I wake up tomorrow with you inside my apartment?” He nips my neck. “Of course not. You’ll still be in my bed.”