Carolyn inhaled the scent of what they had done before Alison had fallen asleep. “If you want to start again I’m going to need something for energy.”
“Drive-thru? We could go to our special Kentucky Fried.” Alison’s voice was a lot less sleepy. Her finger paused in its tracing of Carolyn’s chin.
Carolyn nibbled Alison’s finger. Her arms and legs turned to liquid at the thought of Alison’s familiar passion that was always somehow new. “Not tonight. I have everything I could possibly want right here.”
Alison laughed. “Does that mean I’m finger lickin’—”
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