Their first kiss had been in the dirt, sweat painting their skin, and clothes sticking to their bodies.
They’d been training, practicing self-defense for Serena’s benefit. Her amateur status was painfully obvious given the amount of times Layla got her on her back.
It was the fifth time Layla pinned her down when their eyes met. They’d been laughing because Serena didn’t know how to get frustrated, only flustered.
Layla straddled Serena, pinning her to the practice dirt, when she realized how very lovely Serena was. Dust-streaked face and all.
It struck her then, how very much she wanted to kiss Serena. She said as much aloud, mouth moving before her bran could caution otherwise.
Serena flushed and said, “Well then, why don’t you?”
Layla had taken the invitation, closing the distance between their lips as excitement grew within her.
Their first kiss was brief, an introduction of their mouths, one to the other.
The second and the third were better. Sweeter. Wetter. Layla instantly knew she wanted a fourth and a fifth.
And if the look of wonder on Serena’s face was any indication, she did, too.