Sive Hart

Erotic Romance

Aftercare at Midnight

Sive Hart

At midnight, the harbour door locked from the inside. That was the rule on the bronze plaque beside the bell: no spectators after twelve, no phones beyond the velvet line, no touch without a yes that could survive morning. Mara Vale had written the words herself in a fit of stubborn optimism and made the sign-maker engrave them twice because the first version had put consent in smaller letters than discretion.