She reached into her chest—not literally, but it felt literal—and pulled out the hot, clenched knot of wanting. The fantasy of being seen. The lust for a life she had never earned.
The House sat at the city’s crooked heart, behind a door of tarnished brass that had no handle. To enter, you had to place your palm on the cold metal and speak the name of the person you desired most—someone you had never touched. jewel house of lust
She pressed her palm to the brass door. Whispered, Kaelen. She reached into her chest—not literally, but it