I turn on my Kindle and there you are. Waiting for me. Teasing me with your lovely cover and interesting premise. Taunting me.
“I’m a show on Netflix now,” you say. “I’ll understand if you just want to watch me instead of reading me first.”
But you know I won’t do that. You read me as clearly as you know I’ll be reading you. You tease me because you know I can’t help but give into you.
Dirty, compelling, popular