The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Sexting
Beep! Beep! Beep! “Get the alarm, pudding,” my husband, Dean, muttered sleepily. Beep! Beep! Beep! I tried to ignore it, wanting to sleep a little longer. Dean shifted and then reached over me and slapped the alarm. He kissed my cheek, his goatee scratchy on my neck. He looked ridiculous with the damned thing. His … Read more