Helen’s shirt was already discarded on the couch, and her bra strap was hanging off one shoulder. She slowed while passing Bobbi and ran her slender fingers over the submissive’s far cheek while pressing her lips to Bobbi’s other cheek. “Hey,” I said, answering my phone, still watching the two women. She’s nearly perfect as she is.”
And then she pulled Bobbi in so they could share a deep, soul-searing kiss. We simply stared at each other in silence while the cutesy dialog of the movie was juxtaposed in the background. Her chest rose and fell as she took rapid breaths, but she didn’t immediately reply. The room’s window stretched from ceiling to floor, giving her a beautiful view of New York regardless of the time of day. It was Henry. I watched as she reached down and placed her free hand under Erin’s fingers, encouraging the girl on her knees to look up at her.