Tracey tried to deepen the kiss but sensed Sara's hesitancy. Had she scared her by not saying quickly or strongly enough that she wasn’t going to tell anyone? "I won't tell anyone, I promise," she murmured into the kiss. Her tongue sought Sara's again.
Her hands moved to Sara's shoulders then down the sides of her body. Tracey leaned against the shelf to support herself. The kiss, even as tentative as it was now, was making her knees weak.
Outside the door, there were footsteps. Tracey, oblivious to them, had her hands wandering close to the swell of Sara's breasts. Her wandering hands were drawn to the curves of Sara's body like a moth to flame.