And in her trailer...Olivia paused. She remembered with overwhelming clarity the softness of Kate’s neck on her fingertips, and the enticing glimpse beneath the material. She’d seen Kate undress in films, but this was real and vivid on all her senses. The sliver of naked back, the undulation of her spine, the patterns of her pale skin, tiny downy hair which Olivia craved to touch, even though they’d be too fine and beyond perceptible. She wanted to lean down and breathe on them, and she closed her eyes, because the memory of Kate’s scent came to her instantly.
GAH DAMMNN
