newfound delight of the flavor bursting over her tongue. Just
thinking about what she might taste like to Cassia, what she
might smell and feel like, how she trembled and kissed and
sighed, made Adalynn’s legs feel like they had turned to water.
Adalynn’s fingers bit into the skin of Cassia’s hip and
Cassia let out a hiss before sinking her teeth into Adalynn’s
neck lightly in retaliation. White hot pleasure exploded from
the spot, especially after Cassia’s tongue swept out to ease the
sting. Adalynn couldn’t think. All she could do was act. Her
other hand swept around to the small of Cassia’s back and she
steered them out the door and down the hall. Cassia walked
with her, knees bumping against each other, hips clashing,
thighs rubbing, their lips tangling, until they burst through the
door of Adalynn’s room.
Her bed wasn’t made or tidy. The covers were pulled back,
the sheets twisted up since it was always hot at night, but
Adalynn hated running the air conditioner because it didn’t
work right and made the room much too cold. One dresser
drawer on the antique wood tallboy was partly open, revealing
different colored socks. There were clothes strewn over the
floor, and the closet doors were hanging open to reveal her
laundry hamper, shoes here and there, clothes hung without
rhyme or reason because Adalynn hadn’t bothered with
organizing it properly after she’d moved in. She was
embarrassed that it had been months and things were still all
over the place. God, she was embarrassed that she hadn’t
thought to make her bed, but Cassia let out a whimper and a
hum at the back of her throat at seeing it, and Adalynn guided
them there all the same.
She flicked on the lamp, which was a tiny stained-glass