Freedom in Love

Alexa pins Kata against the wall, fingers digging into the young girl's hips. Twenty-two. Naked. Trembling. And still she leans into the hand smoothing down her ribs, seeking more touch. Kata's chest rises fast against Alexa's palm. Older skin on young. The difference in their bodies is obvious—the slow, deliberate line of Alexa's forearm and the soft roundness of Kata's breast beneath it.