curtain parted just a few inches. But those inches would be burned into my brain for the rest of time. The curve of Ridley’s waist, leading to her hip. Smooth golden skin I wanted to trace with my tongue. She turned slightly, exposing the hint of the underswell of her breast. A single flickering glimpse and I was sunk. Everything in me responded. Wanted nothing more than to yank that curtain back and step in with her. There was just one problem. Ridley hated me. And with good reason. I was so fucked.
