confused her ever since she’d walked into Giana’s office.
Right now, she wasn’t that cold, commanding ice queen
who held the city in her fist and had enough money and power
that she could do whatever she wanted. She was human. She
was passion. She was somehow exactly what Coralyn needed
to crash up against and break apart all over. They were
connected. By that necklace, by her father’s dying wish, and
maybe by something they couldn’t understand.
Giana was fighting for her now. No one had ever made
Coralyn feel the way she did. She was entirely at Giana’s
mercy, but as her hands stripped away her sweatshirt, pulling it
over her head, disrupting the neat bun she’d tucked her hair
into to keep it out of her face and sending it all over, she felt
like she could trust her.
Her kisses were like fire, but she tasted like water. Like cool
mint and something soothing and refreshing. There was no
way she should be doing this, but she allowed Giana to guide
the tank over her head as well, until she was pressed up against
the wall in a bra and Giana’s borrowed yoga pants.
“God, Jesus, fuck…” Giana panted. Her lips sealed over
Coralyn’s again and she couldn’t stop from kissing her back.
Tasting her sweet mint lips. Her tongue and her teeth made
Coralyn feel like she was discovering parts of herself that she
hadn’t known existed. One more scrape of Giana’s teeth over
her lower lip and she was trembling, arching forward, begging.
Even with her eyes closed, she could remember the exact
shade of green of Giana’s eyes. A shade she couldn’t describe
because there weren’t enough colors in the world for it. She
allowed her hands to brush over Giana’s black blouse, over the
row of buttons holding it together. The silk was soft and