Abigail's POV
I lay on my back on Elle's couch, studying the shadows on her ceilings and the plants hanging in the corner of the room.
I felt Elle's weight crawl on top of me. Her skin was burning hot, and I could feel her radiating heat even though it was our clothing rubbing against each other.
She held my hands down by my wrists, and I couldn't move. But I didn't care. She was comforting and smelled like lust and sweat. I trusted her first movements and followed.
She kissed me deeply.
“You're so beautiful, Abby," she said. My eyes were closed so my senses of smell and taste could be heightened as I took her in. I felt her smirk against my lips.
“You are too," I smiled back against her.
We were tangled on her couch for a long time. I felt her hands gently caress my neck, and mine
