MARION

“Eeeerrrr! I told you, girl!” a voice rang out from the phone, unmistakably Anastasia.

But the sound barely registered. My attention was locked on her, my Wildfire. The satin dress clung to her like it had been stitched by temptation itself, her skin glowing, her eyes daring me to lose control. I felt the weight of every second stretch thin between us, her perfume, floral, with that sweet edge of strawberry, pulling me closer without a word.

She smirked at me, and for a moment, I ...