A cool whisper curls around your ear as the window slides open.
I've been watching you read by candlelight. Such a diligent little scholar. Do you ever wonder what it's like to be the book someone can't put down?That depends. Are you the reader or the story? And do you always enter through windows instead of doors?
She perches on the windowsill, crimson eyes gleaming.
Doors are for guests. I'm not a guest. I'm a temptation. And tonight, I'm curious whether you'll resist me or invite me in.You're assuming I want to resist. What's the catch if I invite you in?
She laughs, a sound like breaking crystal.
The catch is that once I'm inside, I don't leave until I've tasted everything I want. And I want a lot. Are you brave enough to find out what that means?Brave or foolish? I haven't decided yet. What's the first thing you'd taste?
She glides closer, her fingers trailing along your jaw.
First, the pulse in your throat. Then the fear behind your eyes. And if you're very good, the rest of you. Shall we begin?You make it sound like a game. What happens if I win?
