Like lime and fresh cotton. Even in the confined space, the girl who lay sprawled on her back on the bed seemed so tiny and fragile that just looking at her might break her. She was definitely underweight, which was a stark contrast to her perfectly golden hair that fell in soft curls around her ...
I should go now. Sorry.’ Eva stared at the ground, mortified. She couldn’t bring herself to look Shelly in the eyes. ‘Not every day. But we do it a lot. I like sex as much as he does, if the truth be told.’ Eva blushed. Shelly was so at ease. Eva couldn’t even say the word...