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Trisamaine obliged. Soft, gentle, trimmed fingers broke the illusion. A woman knew what felt good, how to make her squirm, but she burned too hot to care. Too easily, Tris found her bundle of nerves, to tempt her to cry out.
An abomination, they used to call it, to touch a woman as she did. Foolish though she knew they were, she loved them and hated herself for daring to feel pleasure at her friend’s touch. Worse still was to accept the kiss, to open her mouth, and brush her tongue in circles, tantalizingly slow.
The night’s numbing cold filled the air, but Tris kept her warm.
