Getting up from her chair, she says to Riley and Charlotte: “I’m sorry to leave you here, but we assumed you’d be down earlier.”
“That’s okay,” Riley says.
“Go be fabulous,” Charlotte dismisses them with a wave of their hand. They say their goodbyes and turn to leave. Once Gabi and Lou are out of earshot, Charlotte nervously leans in and whispers:
“Do you think they know about us?”
Riley starts laughing so hard she drops her cutlery onto her plate. At Charlotte’s concerned expression, she gets all serious again.
“Impossible.”
After they finish their meals, Riley suggests they go visit a little hippie market in town. Charlotte agrees, but tells her she’ll need a change of clothes first, to which Riley replies she doesn’t see any reason not to help her with that.
Never in her life had swapping a sundress for shorts and a shirt taken close to 90 minutes before, but there’s always time for firsts. Who could blame them? Charlotte had definitely needed help with the zipper, even thoughshe’d been perfectly fine closing it by herself earlier. Not taking advantage of those skilled hands already so close to her naked skin, well, that would probably be considered a crime and she wasn’t about to go to Mexican jail.
With equally flushed faces, the two of them eventually walk down the cobblestone road toward town. “I might be starting to understand what you said about those hormones,” Charlotte admits begrudgingly while Riley puts her hair up, making it impossible for Charlotte to tear her eyes away as her top moves and exposes the skin around her belly button.
They approach the market and Riley grins widely while she secures her ponytail. “Don’t tell me you’re horny again.”
“Again, or still? Maybe you just weren’t thorough enough,” Charlotte says, haughtily looking away.
Of course, Riley wouldn’t be Riley if she didn’t have anything to counter that. “So tell me, because I lost count: how many orgasms did you have in the last 24 hours? And how many more would you need to be satisfied for a while? Just give me a number and I’ll have you right here in an alley until you stop complaining.”
Charlotte groans. This doesn’t exactly help to extinguish the already growing fire in her core. “Don’t say things like that if you’re not planning on actually doing them.”
They start strolling past the various stalls, each displaying the most colorful fabrics and jewelry. It’s so crowded that it’s hard not to bump into people, but Charlotte finds them a way through the crowd, Riley following closely behind her.
“Who says I wasn’t going to? You might be in your second puberty, but you make me enter my third,” Riley whispers in her ear.
At that, Charlotte can’t help but smirk. “Nah, you’re just an animal in heat.”
Riley pretends to get bumped by someone so she can justify stumbling forward and letting her hands land on Charlotte’s hips from behind. She firmly digs her fingertips in as a warning. “Careful who you’re calling an animal, tiger,” she husks as Charlotte tries to slap her hands away, but it only makes Riley laugh.
“You seem to be the one who can’t keep her hands to herself,” Charlotte says through clenched teeth.
“You like it,” Riley purrs.
“Do not.”
“No? So if I were to slide my hand down your p—”
“Riley, if you don’t shut up right now—”
“Then what?”
Riley’s teasing voice in her ear and her possessive hands on her hips make her shiver. She knows she wouldn’t have tolerated this behavior if they were back home, but for now she can’t say she dislikes the attention she gets. It helps that most of the locals won’t understand them.
Once they’ve made their way through the most crowded part, Riley releases her hips and skips forward to walk beside Charlotte again.
“You’re beyond help, Riley,” Charlotte says, side-eyeing her.
“You started it, babe.”
Babe?Was that just a casual babe, or…
She doesn’t get any time to process the word, because Riley quickly takes her hand and smoothly intertwines their fingers. Shocked, Charlotte looks down. “Wha—”
“Relax, I just don’t want to set up a coordinated police search if I lose you here,” Riley says calmly, squeezing her fingers.
