Blonde bombshell

My long, wavy blonde hair spills over the bed like pale silk. I catch my own reflection and feel that old, secret smile tug at my lips. Boys used to say I looked like a fairy. I always answered the same way—soft voice, sharp eyes—asking if fairies could be naughty, because I definitely was. That was their cue, and mine. I slide a hand under the lace of my bra, feel my nipple harden against my fingertips, and know I’ll keep the promise I never really made out loud.