“You’re still thinking about last night,” Katie said, voice soft under the low sound of the movie. “I can see it in the way you’re holding yourself.”

Molly kept her eyes on the screen. The two women there were deep into the massage scene, hands sliding under fabric, breath changing. “I’m watching the movie.”

“Liar.” Katie shifted closer until their thighs pressed fully together under the blanket. She reached down and tugged the hem of Theo’s shirt higher, showing the tattoo on her hip, then pinched her own pierced nipple through the thin cotton and let out a quiet breath. “There. Now you’ve seen everything. You can stop pretending you’re...