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thing that hardly let off any light. The blinds were closed, and
the room was dark except for the hall light, and that wasn’t
enough light for her. She wanted to see Cassia. See every
beautiful, creamy inch of her pale skin. She wanted to see the
swells and falls, the rises and curves and peaks of her body.
She wanted to map and memorize it by sight and by tast
e.
She kissed Cassia brutally before she surprised her by
pushing her down onto the bed. Cassia hit the edge, the
mattress dipping under her just slightly, an astonished smile on
her face. Her thick lashes fluttered up and down over the very
thin ridge of her iris which was still visible over her dilated
pupils. Her nostrils flared adorable with every breath she
dragged in. She was practically panting already and just
watching her made Adalynn feel like she was boiling alive
from the inside out.
She slowly tucked her hands under her shirt and lifted it
over her head, revealing a plain white bra which was in no
way fancy. It didn’t have a scrap of lace and it really wasn’t all
that soft. She wished she would have put something on other
than her most granny style undergarments that morning.
“Oh my God,” Cassia whispered on a breath that was barely
there as Adalynn threw her shirt to the floor. Her eyes dropped
down to Adalynn’s jeans in a silent plea.
Adalynn could have taken her time and done things with a
flare or been sexier, but she shimmed out of her jeans to reveal
her panties. She suddenly felt very shy. And old. Older than
Cassia. Cassia was only nineteen, while Adalynn was over
thirty. What did Cassia see when she looked at her? Did she
see the little imperfections Adalynn had been noticing for
