“I’ll be okay. I’ll come back here. After.” I should never
come back here. You don’t need to ever see me again. I’m
sorry. I was wrong and this is a mess, and I don’t know how to
fix it and now I’m naked with you and I liked it. My god, I
liked it so much.
“Are you sure?”
Coralyn blinked back the burn of tears. The world was
already crowding back in on her, cutting off her air supply,
fracturing all the bones that were holding her up and holding
her strong. “Yeah. I’m sure. Can I shower here?”
“Of course. I’ll make breakfast for you.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“I know, but you need to eat.” Giana kissed Coralyn’s
forehead.
She stepped back, perfectly flushed and happy, skin glowing
even though she’d given all the pleasure and taken none for
herself. There was something wrong with Coralyn because she
wanted to drag Giana to that shower with her. She wanted
more. More of that possessive touch that turned her into a
pillar of beauty and a beam of light. She’d touched and kissed
Coralyn so expertly, like they really were long-time lovers.
Not like it was the first time discovering her body. She seemed
to know exactly what Coralyn wanted.
Giana looked away, towards the white fabric blinds at the
windows. Silky, blocky, gauzy things that Coralyn had never
seen before. She looked away like she knew what Coralyn
wanted, like she heard her silent invitation, the plea screaming
through her mind. She backed away and stuffed her hands in
the pocket of her fitted dress pants. She was still wearing
heels. In the house. That whole time. She cleared her throat,
