PRIMROSE

She looked up as soon as the door opened, knowing it was Egan, eager to tell him she did not want to have a Mafia wedding.

But he walked in, and his eyes were different, feverish.

“Egan?” She stood up, and hurried towards him, the bridal catalog floating down from her lap. 

He palmed the back of her head, and crushed her lips against his.

Her mind went to the pill. She had not taken it today, but his hands were all over her now, and it was becoming hard to think.

What ...