Angela smiled sweetly—too sweetly. She stepped closer to Mira, bending slightly to pick up the water bottle from the rock. As she did, her new pants pulled tight across her ass, the damp spot catching the sunlight for just a second.
"Sounds perfect," Angela said, voice light. "A nice, private cave… deep inside. Safe from everything outside." She straightened, meeting Mira's eyes for a heartbeat longer than necessary. "We can really… settle in there."
Mira swallowed hard. Her thighs pressed together again—subtle, but I caught it. She nodded quickly, too quickly.
"Y-yeah. Settle in. Good plan."
I stood up fully now, stretching until my shirt rode up, showing a strip of skin. Angela moved to my side, slipping her hand into mine again like last night—casual, possessive.
