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“It grows back,” Alex said, laughing. “And I’ll just blame Adam if it’s bad.”

“Who’s Adam?”

“The made-up person I’ll blame if you do a shit job,” Alex said, winking at Bexley.

“Please reconsider…” Bexley requested.

Instead, Alex reached for the scissors that Bexley was still holding at her hair and squeezed Bexley’s hand.

“Oh, my God!” Bexley practically shouted.

“There. Now, you have to do it, or I’ll look a mess.” Alex smirked.

Minutes later, Alex had hair that no longer touched her shoulders. It had taken Bexley many, many attempts to make it straight. She’d gone for shoulder-length at first but had to keep cutting when she couldn’t get the hair even. Now, Alex had half-dry hair that fell between her shoulder and her earlobes, and she was running her hand through it, smiling into the mirror.

“Bex, it’s perfect,” she told her.

“It’s not too short?”

“You tell me.” Alex turned around in the tiny bathroom and asked, “What do you think?”

They were almost pressed up against one another. Alex was a couple of inches taller and looked down at Bexley with a wide smile. Bexley looked up at Alex’s hair and had to admit that it did look good. The fact that it was still half-wet and mussed made it look even sexier than Bexley had thought it would.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“You don’t like it?” Alex asked, looking concerned.

“No, the opposite.” Bexley’s hands moved into it. “I really fucking love it. You look…”

“Yeah?” Alex asked.

“God, Alex,” she whispered again, hovering her lips over Alex’s.

“Should I blow-dry it so we…”

Bexley leaned in and captured Alex’s lips as Alex’s words faded out. Her own hands remained in Alex’s hair, but Alex moved hers around Bexley’s waist. Then, Alex moved Bexley back against the wall, and her hands were moving to Bexley’s hips now. Bexley’s still played in Alex’s hair, but they wanted more. She slowly massaged Alex’s scalp, earning a guttural groan from Alex in the process. Then, she moved her hands to the base of Alex’s neck and massaged the skin there. When Alex’s lips shifted from her lips to her neck instead, Bexley spread her legs, and Alex followed by moving her hips between them. Alex’s hands moved to the wall behind Bexley, and Bexley knew what would happen next. Alex began rocking into her.

“Oh, fuck,” Bexley gasped out. “God, babe.”

“Should I stop?” Alex whispered into her ear.

“No, don’t,” Bexley replied, running her hands down Alex’s strong back. “Your tea is about to get very, very cold.”

Alex sucked on Bexley’s earlobe and said, “We can wait.”

“I don’t want to wait anymore,” Bexley replied.

Alex stopped her rocking, kissing, and sucking to look at Bexley with those intense, gorgeous green eyes.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

Bexley smiled at her and lifted Alex’s T-shirt up and off her body. Alex hadn’t put a bra on after her shower.

“Oh, my God. You’re perfect,” Bexley said, looking down at Alex’s chest. “How are you this…” Bexley ran her hand down the middle of Alex’s chest and over her tattoo. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss this spot?”

“No,” Alex replied softly.

Bexley leaned down, pressing her lips to the freedom symbol repeatedly as her hands began to wander. She heard Alex’s breath catch, and she wanted to hear it again, so she moved both hands over Alex’s breasts, up and down, until her nipples hardened against Bexley’s palms.

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