Clara had never done anything like this before.
She sat on the edge of the hotel bed, legs crossed tightly, her heart beating like a drum in her ears. Outside, the city was buzzing horns honking, people shouting, life spilling out into the night. But in here, the air felt thick, charged, intimate. The curtains were drawn, the bedside lamp casting a soft, amber glow over the room.
She checked her phone for the hundredth time.
8:07 p.m.
Her escort was late.
Her palms were damp, her mind cycling through what she'd written in her inquiry email: "I'm inexperienced with women. I want to learn. Please be gentle."
The thought of those words now made her cheeks burn. She'd never even kissed a girl before, let alone done anything more. But she'd been curious for as long as she could remember s
