Amelia stretched out her arms.

So what do you think?

Parker shook her head.

She hadn't expected Amelia's B&B to be this charming. It looked even better than the pictures. The room was

sunny and bright, sprawling with vintage details and lush plants. It's amazing, seriously.

And it will just be you staying, correct?

I couldn't remember if I saw a husband listed on the reservation.

Parker noticed a flush rising to Amelia's freckled cheeks.

Yes, just me.

And, quite honestly, I'm gay. So definitely no husband.

Later that night, there was a soft knock on Parker's door. When she opened it, she saw

Amelia standing there with a cup of tea in her hands.

She was wearing a pair of silk pajamas, a stark difference from Parker's old, slouchy sweatpants.

Do you do this for all your guests?

asked Parker, stepping back to let Amelia inside.

Just my favorites. Parker put the warm cup on the writing desk, making sure to place a coaster

underneath. She took a step closer to Amelia and reaching up to push her hair behind her

ear. Amelia's breath caught in her throat. She leaned in and gently pressed her lips against

Parker's before she could change her mind. The window over the bed was open,

and the sound of crickets rode on the back of a breeze as the two women moved to the bed together.

They sat on the edge and took off each other's tops.

Parker shivered as she saw Amelia's bare breasts with their pretty pink nipples.

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