The outline
of the tank top Alex always wore was burned into her skin, the paleness
underneath almost alarming. Rosalie adored it; in her panic last time, she
hadn’t noticed this beautiful secret.
Alex sighed
as she looked down at Rosalie’s chest. Again, she said nothing, but Rosalie
knew she was hungry.
Rosalie
reached behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her own bra before it
sprung open. She held the bra to her chest, teasing, before she reached for
Alex’s hand and encouraged her to peel each strap off her shoulders. Once Alex
had removed the garment and Rosalie stood topless in front of her, Alex let out
a shaky breath. It was the first sign of wavering Rosalie had seen, though not
in resolve or enjoyment. Alex was wavering in her restraint. Rosalie could now
feel
