I’ll cowl him in kisses…

…As he covers me in hisses.



As a disgraced reporter searching for redemption, I've acquired a small city and its superb mayor in my crosshairs. However I by no means anticipated to crave my topic.



He’s imagined to be a Greek delusion, not appear like a Greek god.



To get the inside track, I want to stay to his aspect. However irrespective of how a lot I declare it is strictly skilled, my starvation for him grows. And I’ve observed…



My curiosity isn’t the one factor rising once we’re collectively.



With Mason, strains blur. Fallacious begins to really feel very proper. My guilt mounts with each story I write. Possibly it’s time I put down the pen…



And discover a higher use for my palms.