Come to my web

    She watched through the peephole. There he was. He was perfect. As he came up the walk, she opened the door. He stood there in shock. She was beautiful, deep, dark hair and ruby red lips. Her lips slightly parted and a grin crept up her face. He was a fly in her web. He was lost and didn’t even know it. She leaned forward, grinned even more, and pecked him on the cheek. 
    He might as well be dead. His heart was no longer his own.