Her finger ran down Alyssalee’s passion-dampened neck. The fine hairs responded to Sophie’s touch like meadow grass resisting a gentle spring breeze. The subtle scent of Sophie’s body teased her senses. Everything about her was beautiful. Her unperfumed skin imbued a faint musk, perfected by a sweet afterglow like a rain-dampened field. The raw feelings evoked by her lover overwhelmed reason. Tears built in Alyssalee’s eyes like a storm surge, risking overrunning the banks at any moment. The girl moved her, and she couldn’t even explain it. It was something profound, something beyond love. It felt like a higher power ordained this connection, time immemorial.
She held onto Sophie, clutched at her, not wanting to lose this happiness that had been so foreign to her. It was a wealth that she
