“Tell me a story,” she would say. She would lean over him, click off the lights, lay her head into the soft curve of his neck; felt his pulse against hers. “Tell me a story, spin me a yarn.” And he would unravel.
“Tell me a story,” she would say. She would lean over him, click off the lights, lay her head into the soft curve of his neck; felt his pulse against hers. “Tell me a story, spin me a yarn.” And he would unravel.