I nestled comfy on Hellen's lap in the sunlit living room, my milky white legs draped limp over her powerful thighs, head resting soft against her chest—feeling the steady thump of her heart through her shirt, honey-citrus scent wrapping me like a warm blanket.
Her chin perched gentle atop my raven ponytail, blonde strands tickling my forehead as I fiddled with my phone, green capri pants riding up slight on my calves.
Ivory lounged beside us on the sectional, newspaper rustling in her manicured hands, as she sunk deep into cushions; Reyes sat across scribbling notes in a leather journal, baseball cap low, gloved fingers flying focused.
"What are you doing, princess?" Hellen murmured curious, breath stirring my hair.
