Round 8

In the warm glow of dawn, Silra stirred from her slumber, the gentle rise and fall of Jeane's chest a soothing melody that accompanied the sound of the waves outside their hotel room window. The scent of saltwater and sunscreen mingled with the sweet tang of Jeane's skin, a fragrance that filled Silra's senses and left her breathless. As she turned to face her lover, her bright teal gaze locked onto Jeane's, burning with an unquenchable hunger. "Memorized," Jeane whispered, voice a low purr as she leaned in closer, her lips inches from the sensitive skin beneath Silra's ear.