Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

won’t fit like it’s supposed to.
Which could work in my favor if Lavinia doesn’t realize it and the dress
isn’t ready in time. I could borrow my mom’s spaghetti strap, silver
Balenciaga instead. In a crunch, she won’t make me cry by saying no.
I strip down, unzip the dress bag, but then Lavinia flips something over
the drapes, a strapless bra with a quick, “Here you go, honey!”
I hold in my groan. “Thank you!”
Snatching the undergarment, I wrap it around my front, fitting my breasts
into the cups, and reach behind me with both hands to try to fasten the hooks.
But there’s no way I’m going to get them connected by just feeling.
“Help,” I call out.
I struggle with the clasps, sucking in my stomach and turning around so I
can look behind me in the mirror to see what I’m doing.
But then the curtain suddenly opens, and I see Liv standing there in the
mirror.
Where’s Lavinia?
I stop breathing for a split-second as she stares at me and I stare at her,
and I don’t know what she’s going to do. I look for a Sharpie on her but don’t
see one.
Her black jeans hug her body like a second skin and her black T-shirt is
cut off mid-way, her stomach tight and smooth as it peeks out. The white
baseball cap she has on backward is almost blue from how many times it’s
been bleached, and I gaze at that dark tunnel between the hair that spills
around her and her neck, an urge to just want to bury myself in…
I swallow, noticing the faint remnants of the Sharpie on her stomach.
“Where’s Lavinia?” I ask, steeling my voice.
She cocks her head a little and her eyes instantly drop to my panties.
The black lace ones.
Hers.
She meets my eyes again, and then she steps in, closes the curtain, and
yanks me around, fastening the corset.
“A little pent up frustration over the separate shower stalls after freshman
year?” I say. “Seizing your last chance to see me naked?”
“Nothing to see,” she mumbles. “You still look the same as you did when
we were fourteen.”
I snarl a little. I do not. Bitch.
I adjust my breasts inside the cups, my skin tingling at the touch of her