Amra was resting sideways on her bed again, with Caliope only inches away, her eyes closed, facing down. He had an arm below his head, elevating his gaze above her body, and his other arm was guiding his hand up and down as his fingertips brushed the contours of her body. She was ticklish, and giggled softly every time he caressed her waist and her back. After a long silence between them, he whispered words in her ear.
"On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses...?"
Caliope held silent for a moment and then she smiled, without opening her yes, but leaning closer to him. She knew those words well.
"Will he offer me his mouth...?"
"Will you give him your lips...?"
Caliope opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him, as the words she knew we
