Between Pages And Pillows

Cherry sat reading when Eva dropped onto the bed and flicked a nipple through her thin nightdress. Cherry laughed, swung a pillow, and Eva met it with her own. Feathers flew. Knees brushed thighs. Laughter sharpened into breaths held a beat too long. Eva’s next swing missed; her bare breast pressed Cherry’s mouth. Cherry bit, not hard. Eva’s answering moan cut through every joke they’d ever told themselves about what this was.