Dylan laughed, curled in on herself. “Fine, fine, I give!”
Ramona relented, then looked at her pointedly.
“Okay,” Dylan said. “We’d have to be in LA though.”
Ramona’s expression sort of froze. “LA?”
“Hypothetically,” Dylan said.
Ramona waved her hand in ago ongesture.
“I’d go to the Griffith Observatory,” Dylan said. “Every day at sunset. It’s gorgeous then. Soft and romantic and perfect. And I’d post a picture on my Instagram every day that I went. No caption, or maybe a caption only you would understand, and I’d wait there for you every day for five days until the observatory closed.”
“Only five?”
Dylan smiled. “I figure that’s enough time for you to know if you wanted to see me.”
“What if I didn’t see your Instagram?”
Dylan just grinned. “Come on. You’d check my Instagram.”
“I would?” Ramona said.
“You would,” Dylan said. “At leastIwould.”
Ramona laughed, then grew serious. “I’d rather not have to wait for a grand gesture.”
“Me neither,” Dylan said, then tugged on her hand, tugged and tugged some more until they were both lying down, facing each other. Dylan tucked Ramona’s hair behind her ear, then traced thedelicate shell, the lobe, drifting over to her nose and mouth. “Can I kiss you?”
“You better,” Ramona said, and so Dylan did.
Soft and slow.
A savoring.
Opening her mouth gently, tasting Ramona’s bottom lip, then her top before touching her tongue with her own.
Ramona gasped, softly, adorably, but in a way that made Dylan feel immediately feral, wild with want. She kissed harder, licking into Ramona’s mouth, tracing her teeth.
“God,” Ramona said into the kiss.
“Yeah,” Dylan said, then kissed her again, pulling her tighter against her and trailing her hands down Ramona’s back, then under her T-shirt. “Take this off.”
Ramona sat up enough to take off her shirt, which she did slowly, lifting it above her head and revealing her gorgeous tits held in a pink lace bra.
Dylan groaned. “You’re gorgeous.”
Ramona tilted her head. “What next, Ms. Monroe?”
Dylan lifted her brows. “You like being told what to do.”
Ramona giggled, literally giggled, and it was both the cutest and sexiest thing Dylan had ever heard.
“Turns out I do,” Ramona said.
Dylan smiled. “Take off your pants. Then take off mine.”
And Ramona did.
