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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