Stood Up By Her Husband

India Summer steps into the hotel room ready to celebrate. Chocolate waits on the table beside the roses, their scent mixing with the soft lamplight. Time drags. Her husband never appears. Phone in hand, she calls the one person who might understand. Reagan arrives and reads the hurt without a single word spoken. India tries to shrug it off, then the truth slips out. She's thought about Reagan this way, more than once. Reagan takes a breath, caught between caution and want, until India's hands begin to undress her. Taste replaces doubt. India licks the curve of Reagan's breast and keeps going, discovering heat and salt. Reagan answers with her own mouth, slow, thorough, pressing until India shivers open. Limbs twist, bodies slide, and friendship gives way to something deeper.