My Red-Painted Fingernail by Marlayna Fire

My Red-Painted Fingernail

Standing in the hallway, my fingernail draws a line down his chest and I feel him shiver. “You’re teasing,” he says. “I am,” I reply, loving every moment. “Almost cruel,” he says, “stringing me along.” “I know,” I respond. “But know you will get the pay off.” “What do you mean?” he asks. “I mean … Read more