Chapter 2

Jamie looks completely relaxed, lying on the right side of her long bed. Her long chestnut-brown hair is tied up in a messy bun. Her toned arms are at her side, her hands graceful looking, hardly giving away that they might cause pain apart from the joints looking slightly bigger than they should be, slightly twisted, and Poppy wants to kiss every painful spot. Her breasts are round and heavy, tanned from her Greek heritage, not nude sunbathing. Her legs are long and muscular, and between her strong thighs is a triangle of neatly trimmed curls.

“Fuck me,” Poppy hisses in surprise. She hadn’t dreamed this, how good Jamie would look, how she had a birthmark on her left hip bone like a brown paint splatter that Poppy would want to run her tongue over. She hadn’t known Jamie had what looked like a small surgery scar on her stomach. Poppy squirrels away the little details she can see in case she never gets to see this sight again.