Chloe’s pov

By three we were in the kitchen again, this time with actual food on the counters.

Elena had decided we needed real dinner instead of just chips and wine, so she pulled out chicken, peppers, onions, and a cutting board while I grabbed the oil and the big pan.

The afternoon heat still hung in the house even with the AC running, and both of us had peeled off a layer.

She wore a thin white tank that clung when she moved, and I stayed in my shorts and the same tank from earlier.

Every time she shifted I caught the soft bounce of her tits under the...