It was nearly midnight.
Lacey sat cross-legged in bed, the soft glow of her lamp casting a golden hue across her thighs. The book lay open beside her -- Crave, Chapter 5 -- the scene that was no longer just fiction to him.
Her phone buzzed again.
Trey:
I keep rereading the scene.
The lingerie part...
The black lace with the sheer back? That real too?
Her lips curled.
She got up, slow and deliberate, padding barefoot across the bedroom, reached to the back of her closet, parting a row of forgotten dresses, and there it was--still hanging, still waiting.
The black lace bodysuit. The one that made her feel like trouble. Like herself.
She hadn't worn it in years. But it was still there. Waiting. Like it knew it wasn't done being worshipped.
She slipped it on -- the sheer black lace
