“Mmmm…” Mel lay on the king bed in Vanessa’s room above The Lounge, her hot, sweaty limbs tangled with Vanessa’s. A pair of handcuffs lay discarded on the bed beside them. Mel closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. The last few hours had silenced all of Mel’s doubts. She had been right that the night at Lilith’s Den had changed everything between her and Vanessa. Only it was for the better. They were more attuned to each other somehow, more connected. It was subtle but unmistakable.
