The girl's hands felt amazing. She wanted to just give in. Wasn't that what she was already doing, though? God, she was going to hell. She knew that she was. Aurora smiled at her when she called her beautiful. "I really like your hair down," she told the girl softly, running her fingers through the waves the braid had created.
She should send her away. She knew that she should, but she didn't have it in her to do that. Her fingers ran over the girl's throat, then down the side of her breast over the fabric of her shirt. Aurora groaned a little when the girl's nipple immediately hardened. "I want to touch you, Padma. I want to make love to you." It was fair warning and if the girl wanted to go, she could. "I will not hold it against you nor will I ever speak about it if you chose to leave."