Chapter Twenty
From the darkest depths of her mind, rising ever so slowly but unmistakably, the flashing red alert appeared. It started with a pulse of light, like the emergency lamp they had in the lab. Soon, the red flashing would be accompanied by a loudly blaring klaxon, the kind that was impossible to ignore.
Yet, Amelia kept touching her lips against Jill’s. Maybe, this time, she could outlast the red alert in her head. Maybe even outsmart it. Or, perhaps, even out-kiss it? Because she had instigated this kiss. She had asked for it. By god, had she wanted it. So, that annoying, intrusive alarm was to be ignored at all costs. Amelia didn’t want this kiss to stop. Jill’s lips felt so soft and right against hers. When Jill pulled her closer, Amelia felt it in the pit of her stomach. A
