My Next Door Love
The hot water, the steam, the pressure of Hannah’s thumbs working into the knots below her shoulder blades—Grace let out a sound that was half moan, half sigh.
“You’re tight,” Hannah said.
“Your fault.”
A soft laugh against her ear. “I’ll take responsibility.”
Hannah’s hands circled around to Grace’s stomach, pulling her back against Hannah’s front. Soap slicked their skin. Grace felt Hannah’s breasts press into her shoulder blades, felt the soft thatch of hair below Hannah’s belly against her lower back. The contact was electric, a current passing between them.
Hannah’s lips found the curve of Grace’s neck. Not biting, but gentle, A soft kiss. Then another. Her mouth traced a path to Grace’