The Luna on a Chain
He disappeared behind the door again, and I headed in the indicated direction with a wide smile on my face.
It was a spacious bedroom with its own bathroom, so I decided to wash away the traces of our wild night first. The hot water relaxed my muscles, which ached terribly after several hours on the floor.
There were plenty of clothes in the bags, but I chose a dress. Around Arthur, I wanted to look feminine and beautiful—not like some hardened street racer. Without even realizing it, that handsome man had awakened unexpected sides of me that had long been buried deep inside. For the first time, I noticed my manicure—or rather, the lack of one. My profession required clean, short nails witho