STAY CLOSE TO ME
She's written across my memory like scripture.
"You look so beautiful, Melisa, in that dress." I glanced from her neck down to her collarbone and then to her chest. Damn, her chest—it's not too big and not too small; I can imagine touching them with both hands. She is so beautiful that I could eat her all day and night.
"I don't like it when you look at me like that," she said sharply. "It disgusts me." I grinned, unfazed. "Oh really? Then let that disgust simmer in your mind, baby. I'd love to live rent-free there." She was