“You remind me of a rose,” he said to her, with a peculiar form of sincerity. She laughed the kind of laugh that contained amusement strong enough to ripple through every muscle of the body. “Are you trying to make me fall for you? It isn’t going to work with a cliché like that, sweetie.” “No, no,” he whined, “I’m serious.” Her blood-red fingernails grazed the skin of his arm, and she leaned forward as if to speak her most intimate secret. “All right. Tell me.” He attempted to compose himself... read more
