𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙮 .ᐟ

She devoured him with her eyes—— two diamonds tracing him up and down, drinking in every inch. Even as she took a sip, even as she drew a cigarette to her lips and lit it, those two blue stars never left Winter’s face. A soft laugh escaped her, smoky, amused. »

She poured both cocktails with practiced ease——maybe her drinking had turned her into an expert bartender, or maybe in another life she’d been one. He looked like a sweet guy, so she made him a sweet drink like hers: vodka, sugar syrup, pineapple juice, »

She led him inside and closed the door behind him. It didn’t take long before she walked a few steps ahead, heading toward the kitchen——bending down to grab a bottle from the lowest shelf, and giving him, in the process, a better view of her skirt. ˋˋThanks, darlin. A drink?ˊˊ »

Without any rush, Willow walked to the door. She’d already been warned he was there——the bike parked out front, his figure caught by the cameras she’d checked on her phone long before he even knocked. When she opened the door, »

Willow let the phone slip from her hand after reading the message. She took a long shower, then made sure to look good——red lips, dark-lined eyes, fishnet stockings beneath a short black skirt. Music filled the apartment as she waited, the low hum of guitars and smoky »