Imperfect Angels #05

Lisa claims she belongs to some program, one that’s supposed to keep sex off her mind, boys or girls. The moment Dana looks at her—slow, warm, like she knows exactly what she’s doing—that supposed detachment starts to slip. Dana leans in closer, voice low and deliberate, fingertips grazing Lisa’s wrist as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Lisa swallows, tries to remember the rules, but the heat creeping up her neck already has other ideas.