"As I thought," Rachel said, deliberately licking white cream from the cloudberry tarts from her fingers, "Bigger is always better."
Her victorious smile made it clear she'd noticed exactly where my gaze had wandered. I couldn't help it—Rachel possessed a distinct advantage over the other three girls in my life, one she typically kept modestly concealed beneath conservative attire. Tonight, however, the crop-top she'd chosen to wear displayed that advantage to devastating effect.
Luna had tactfully disconnected from my mind, as she always did when moments became intimate. She'd once compared watching humans in such situations to "watching two baby rabbits cuddle—cute but nothing interesting." Her absence left me alone with my thoughts—and with Rachel's increasingly bold display.
