Seasmoke Friends
As a girl, she'd loved rain, often danced in it like a fairy, but like so many other things, that had been taken from her, too.
Summer walked into my room moments later, dripping from head to toe, and stopped just inside the doorway. Her hair was drenched with rainwater and meshed against her pale face. Her navy nightgown was stuck to every curve of her as she stood there shivering. Those blue eyes were a deeper, deadly sapphire in the lowlight. Because I was an idiot, I glanced quickly at her nipples, the peaks taut against the cotton fabric.
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