“Nothing weird about enjoying another person’s body,” Cicely said. “Although it’s a little less creepy when you know the other person’s name.”
“Um… yeah.”
“That was your cue to tell me your name.”
“Oh… um, I’m Amy,” she replied, warming a little. Feeling less like a perverted intruder.
“Nice to meet you Amy. I’m Cicely.”
They shared a smile. No words, but the silence didn’t feel awkward at all. It felt warming and welcoming. Amy could lift her gaze off the ground and look at her. Her eyes, her breasts, her bush. The sense of shame she felt only seconds earlier seemed to be floating away like yesterday’s rain clouds.
“This place is lovely isn’t it?” Cicely asked, gazing around. “Of course when you’re from Manhattan, it’s just nice to see trees and grass and deer when they’re not runni
