Shine

The fireman is hot-able to burn me. But still, I crave the singe. The professor is cold-brooding with intrigue, making me yearn for more. The police officer easily unlocks my laugh-something I thought was caged for life. Two years ago, before my cheating husband died, he promised he'd right his wrongs-and there were so many wrongs. On his deathbed, he swore he'd send a slew of men to worship me and treat me like a goddess. I don't know how, but my husband kept that one promise. Unbelievably, I get to choose between three men-one's perhaps too hot, another too cold, while the other might be just right. And faintly, I can hear my husband chuckling and whispering that I don't have to choose. Maybe-just maybe, they could all be mine...