He looked deeply into her eyes. “Kiss me,” she said.
“I’ll go get a dental dam,” he said, and he threw her down onto the clean linen sheets. They were cool against her cheek, and she could tell by the way they felt on her skin that they were high thread count– somewhere around 240. Kenneth was all she had ever wanted, but could he be her destruction? After all, the Ns in his name were in the middle, but they were not perfectly centered, a fact she noticed after having written his name 77 times on loose-leaf paper. Continue reading