Returning to the bedroom, she found Reena standing at the shelf, pouring bubbly white wine into two thin glasses. She set the bottle down on the shelf, then seized both glasses in a delicate grip.
Reena spun around, grinning at her. “A celebration,” she said, nodding once. “Of the best s*x I"ve had in a long while.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, Jena frowned down at the floor. She stepped forward. “I don"t drink much,” she informed the other woman. “I got that all out of my system as a teenager.”
Reena lifted her chin, batting her eyes in a way that sent shivers down Jena"s spine. “Oh, come on!” she exclaimed. “A few misadventures twenty years ago shouldn"t prevent you from having fun now.”
Jena turned around, facing the bathroom door with her arms folded. A not so subtle reminder
