(THIRD POV)
She could give everything in the world to bury her head in every damn inch of her body until she screamed her name in ecstasy.
Her perfume filled the room. It was exciting even more since it was hers. Lavender. Ava was surprised that Brenda hadn't yet commented on how she used perfume that wasn't hers. But hell, she was not complaining.
If the woman wanted to use everything that was not hers in the room, she would sure as hell allow her to.
Brenda stared at her innocently, face asking the question she asked a minute ago. "Why don't you want me to leave?"
A knock came on the door, it was Vi. Ava didn't take more than a minute at the door. All she could think was the woman sitting on the bed. Innocent. And from what she could see, she didn't recall anything that she told her.
Well, she couldn't blame her. She was drunk.
