Chapter Twenty-Five
At last, Jill thought. The kiss she’d been hoping for, waiting for. The kiss she could allow, and the kiss Amelia didn’t need to pull away from. Even though they’d kissed before, it still felt like this was their first proper kiss.
How Amelia had been sitting at the restaurant when Jill had arrived—waiting for her. How Amelia had whispered in her ear, her voice even lower than usual, her lips moving against Jill’s skin as she spoke. It all still felt like a dream. To think it had all begun so awkwardly. But Amelia was here, in Jill’s house. What had started as a sweet and gentle kiss, a tentative exploration, was quickly turning into something much more urgent.
Jill’s fingers tightened as the urgency manifested itself. She seemed incapable of a restrained caress. All
