The door swings open, revealing my angel, bathed in soft light from the floor lamp near the door. So radiant. Dazzling. Gleaming bright. As are the specks of reddish-gold among her luscious strands that have fallen over her lace-covered shoulders and arms. Her hair is the same shade as her knee-length nightie, and the silk clings to her delicious curves. Other than last night, I’ve only ever seen her in pants and full-sleeved tops.
“What’s going on?” she asks, sleepily, and rubs her eyes with her hands. Such an innocent, simple gesture. Jesus f**k, she’s so damn young.
“Nothing,” I grunt.
“You’ve been knocking like a maniac, as if the house is on fire, and you say it’s ‘nothing’?”
Yeah… I wouldn’t call that knocking. “Sorry I woke you. I’ll go now.”
She narrows her eyes. “Is that bloo
