Who Am I Sleeping With?

Evidence for Past Lives

Pasa a la parte inferior para la versión en español.

I stood guarding the door but couldn’t help but steal another glance. Cleopatra’s golden skin glowed against the creamy-white linen. She lowered her left hand beneath the sheets and invited me over with a moan and fire in her eyes.

My arm slammed the door shut as she commanded it. The only spectator wa…