Swallowing His Flame
I blocked out the gathering moths and focused on one singular sexy-as-fuck voice that whispered, ‘Open your mouth.’
“Color within the lines.” What a message from my life. Yeah, conformity was safe. And look where it got me. I decided feeling nothing at all was worse than any pain taking risks might bring me. That night at the street market, I passed the stilted ladies with skirts lit by lights, ignored the wild-haired clowns juggling balls for kids, and went straight to him. I had to wiggle my way to the front of the circling crowd for...
