"What dream?" Marie replied, moving about on the bed. She pulled the sheet up and over her breasts and was embracing it like armor.
Gezza looked at her, lust fading. "Don't really remember." His finger moved through his hair, "Like the book was making the girls more obsessed to me. You know anything about that?"
She went quiet. Too quiet.
Marie threw back her legs. She picked up her glasses on the night stand, and put them on, Wild hair, red lips, red skin--she was a wreck. Rough. Sexy as hell.
But her eyes wouldn't meet his.
"You know that book can't do you any good," she said, her voice flat, as she headed to the bathroom. "From the day you first held it..."
She stopped at the door, and her fingers closed tightly round the wood. "You're doomed."
She stepped inside. The shower hissed, steam bled across the frosted glass, devoured her profile.
"Doomed." Gezza muttered to himself the words echoing in his head.
