*Reece*

I hold the stray hand that's crawling down my bicep and turn. "Do you just go around touching men, Emily?"

It's a firm warning I'm giving off since I'm not trying to play coy about what is happening here. And neither is she, apparently. She leans away, her eyes bearing the singed pride of someone who has never been rejected before. "Only those I wouldn't mind giving a good time," she replies.

I know now that there is a Moon Goddess–and that she makes her payments with karma.

Maybe I was an asshole in my previous life, or else she'd have compassion on me and make Rose the one...