A Crime Of Passion

Victor’s hand rested firmly on my waist as he steered me through the polished glass doors of the restaurant. His touch was casual on the surface, but I knew better—Victor never did anything casually. Even here, in a place of white tablecloths and clinking wine glasses, he carried himself like a man staking his claim.

I, on the other hand, was a mess. My free hand kept fussing with my hair, then m