I can't get the image of Emma out of my head. She stood naked and gleaming in the sunlight in her kitchen. And even though her face was contorted in shock at me seeing her naked, I still have this memory of her bathed in light, glowing. She looked ephemeral. Supernatural. And so fucking perfect. Her body is everything, all curves and soft lines. Creamy skin. And Christ. That hair. Her red hair. Knowing I can't haul her into her bedroom and ravage her body, I settle for the next best thing to ...