Chapter 43. Getting the Twosome Started

Ava

The shower scalded my skin, steam fogging the bathroom mirror.

I stayed under the spray longer than I needed, letting the water burn until my fingers pruned and my head felt clearer.

I stepped out, wrapped a towel around myself, and swiped a hand across the mirror, my reflection sharp, eyes bright with something reckless.

My hair dripped down my back as I slipped into the black lace panties, tight tank top, and short skirt I’d picked out, the outfit screaming trouble. I didn’t care. I wanted to feel dangerous.

Downstairs, the house was still quiet, the kitchen clock ticking too loud. I’d just grabbed water from the fridge, the cold bottle sweating in my hand, when the doorbell rang, sharp and quick.

My pulse jumped, a grin tugging at my lips. Amanda.

I crossed the living room, opened the door, and there she was, blonde hair loose, catching the morning light, green eyes sharp and knowing, a black dress hugging her curves like it wa