“It’s not just your hair that’s beautiful, you know,” Bea murmured.
“Umm...” was all Verity could manage. Her brain had short-circuited, leaving her speechless and wondering if she’d fallen asleep and was dreaming.
When Bea next spoke, she’d moved so close that Verity felt the other woman’s breath caressing her skin. “Just tell me, Verity, am I barking up the wrong tree, here? If you’ll pardon the pun.”
Still frozen into silence and inactivity, Verity finally managed to shake her head.
Bea sighed in relief. “Oh, good.” With that, she closed the remaining gap between them and pressed her lips to Verity’s.
After a beat, Verity’s clit dialled up from throbbing to screaming, kicking Verity into action. She reached out and pulled Bea onto her lap, and began to return the kiss in earnest.
