Nectar
She bit into the mango, savoring it as though it were the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden. The pit was resting on the plate before her and the other half of the soft bounty was in my hand, dripping its succulent juice along my fingers. I had to admit, this was certainly not what I had expected. Emma had called me the night before, an air of seduction on her voice, pulling me into her like a dark temptress. She had that effect on people, the kind of effect that made your knees wobble and...