Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

freefalling.
I collapse on top of her, looking up into her eyes as I try to catch my
breath.
She kisses my forehead, breathing hard. “God, you have a beautiful
body.”
All I can manage is a half-smile, too exhausted to tell her I love touching
hers.
I love kissing it and smelling it and tasting it.
I want more of it.
But before I can cop another feel or two, we hear the bathroom door
unlock.
Liv’s eyes flash to mine, and I hop off of her, pulling the covers up over
us and looking for any clothes.
Shit.
I find my shorts and top under the covers and pull them on, the door
opening just before I can button my shirt.
I hold it closed, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and pretending
to be looking for something between the bed and the wall.
“You okay?” Amy asks, walking out of the bathroom.
I glance up, my heart still pounding. “Have…have you seen my yellow
Chucks?” I ask, trying to hide my nerves and steel my voice.
I see Liv’s shorts on the floor and slide them under the bed with my foot.
A shoe lands on the bed. “There’s one,” Amy says.
“Thanks.”
I’m afraid to look at Liv. Knowing her, she’s probably smiling.
“Give me five minutes.” Amy holds the towel wrapped around her head,
clasping her clothes to her towel-wrapped body. “I need to rinse out this hair
mask, and then you can have the shower.”
“No rush,” I chirp.
Amy shuts herself in the bathroom again, and I swipe Liv’s shorts out
from under the bed and walk around to the other side, tossing them to her and
buttoning my shirt. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, locks of my hair in
spirals like a bird’s nest that’s been through a tornado.
I pull the covers off her, avoiding looking at her body. “Get dressed.”
I’m not satisfied. Not nearly, and everything aches. I don’t want to leave
her. I don’t want to leave her arms.
She sighs, rising from the bed, and I see her black panties on the sheets