I stepped out of the bathroom after freshening up and froze.
Elizabeth was sitting naked on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette. She looked completely at ease, one leg raised and bent at the knee, the other spread wide open, giving me an unashamed, unobstructed view of her p***y. Her small bag rested on the nightstand beside the bed—I hadn’t even noticed it earlier.
She smiled when she saw me approaching, equally naked. I climbed onto the bed and settled close to her.
“So… what’s bothering you?” I asked.
She raised an eyebrow. “Did I say something was bothering me?”
“You mentioned you smoke when you’re stressed.”
She turned toward me and slowly blew a stream of smoke into my face. I smiled, plucked the cigarette from her fingers, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke right back a
