#073 River
Maybe it was the lack of a case that made me vulnerable to whoever entered my office. Or maybe it was the way her red lipstick matched her auburn hair peeking through her black head scarf.
She didn’t say much. Women like her never do. They let their eyes do the talking. And her eyes told me she was in trouble. I didn’t think I was the man for her till she kissed me into submission.
I didn’t catch her name, just that her life was in danger and I had to kill him.
It was a damn good kiss…
Tales of an endless heart
Cursed is the fool who’s willing
Can’t change the way we are
One kiss away from killing
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