Killers in the (Miles)
"I'm bored," Enigma said, flopping on her husband's chest, the skirt of her tiny black lace dress sliding up. She huffed, rolling over, her long red curls now covering Miles' face. "You really should entertain me, not lie here and read...or whatever you were doing."
She shifted, turning to pout at him. "Do something."
She shifted, turning to pout at him. "Do something."