Close To Her Heart

Alexia has her stepmom Kenzie alone in the house for once. Her real gift sits in the back of a drawer, something she couldn't give downstairs in front of everyone. She pulls the locket free and drapes it over Kenzie's neck, proud as hell. Saved for weeks, had both their names etched inside so the secret lives right against Kenzie's skin. Kenzie freezes. Same gold chain, same teardrop shape. Alexia's dad bought the identical piece an hour ago. He didn't know his wife and daughter already kiss behind his back. The engraving can't be undone, money already spent, yet Alexia just laughs and says clumsy overlaps happen when you hide this hard. Kenzie's fingers slide into her daughter's hair, gentle, grateful, hungry. They strip fast. Mouths find nipples, palms cup warm flesh, soft sighs slip between them as tongues trace every hidden spot until the room smells like skin and sweat and the locket clicks against collarbones every time they move.