"I'm sorry... I didn't realize you were back already," I blurt out once I find the momentum to finally speak. She's seated in front of one of the take-out boxes that's now open while the other sits closed on the other side of the bed with the plastic utensils resting on it. I notice fortune cookies flung in the middle of the bed along with the rest of the airplane alcohol bottles that I'd managed to find in the mini-fridge.

Cayden flushed an obvious deep red and redirected her eyes from my partially exposed body back to my face. She was mid-eating, a partially bitten crab rangoon in one hand and her illuminated phone in the other. Her same white t-shirt hangs loosely off her body but I notice she now has black Nike sweatpants on with white socks. I was a little too satisfied that I had stunned her into silence all due to me being in a towel, but it could've just been that... Me in a towel, and the situation being awkward—nothing more on her end.

"I'm going to go get changed," I mumble awkwardly realizing I'd been stuck standing silently in front of her.

Cayden clears her throat as she tugs her eyes away from me completely, "Right... Yeah,"

I quickly grab my silk pajamas that are laying on my suitcase before heading back into the steamy bathroom and turning the music off. I lather cocoa butter all over my skin before getting changed into the silk clothes and brushing my wet hair out. As I exited the bathroom for a second time, I noticed Cayden was in the same spot causing me to crawl onto the right side of the bed next to her with a respectful distance between us.

"I'm so sorry about that," I tuck a piece of my wet hair behind my ear, "I didn't realize my shower was growing long and I think I ended up getting a little carried away,"

"Well, I enjoyed the karaoke," she teased, and I quickly felt my lips part before I forced my mouth back closed to hide my embarrassment although my warm cheeks weren't helping.

"Again I'm so sorry," I mumbled with even more embarrassment coating my features.

Cayden shakes her head with a lazy smile, "Don't be, it was cute," she shoots my apology down, "I'm just glad that you were enjoying yourself,"

You have no idea "Yeah it was probably the alcohol," I murmur as I push the inappropriate thoughts to the back of my head.

"Ah, good girl—you had the right idea,"

My mouth instantly grew dry while my already sensitive pussy throbbed harshly. Suddenly I found myself desiring another orgasm even though I managed to finish one just a few minutes ago. When I notice Cayden's head tilt in amusement, I clear my throat as I try to push the very inappropriate thoughts out of my head.

"Yeah... yeah, but thank you for this," I motioned down to the to-go box in front of me.

Cayden narrows her eyes, "Stop thanking me Vi,"

My lips twitch up into a smile at her selflessness, something I've rarely—if at all—experienced before. It's sad that I never realized how I rarely experience people being kind or selfless to me, and I probably would've never noticed without Cayden displaying her efforts.

"Is everything okay?" Cayden's soft voice snaps me from the thoughts that held me frozen in place.

I sigh with a quick nod, "Yeah," I whisper softly grabbing the takeout box.

Cayden doesn't press me anymore for details as we eat in a comfortable silence filled with small talk. I learned that she runs a fashion company called Inferno, which she runs all on her own—with help of a team of esteemed colleagues of course, but she specifically designs all the clothes. I found myself growing more and more curious with every word she said, and while we both wanted to continue our conversation—I easily grew tired due to the food and alcohol we consumed. While I decided to call it a night and go to sleep, Cayden decided she'd stay up and work on some designs and also catch up on some emails.

"Vi?" her raspy voice draws me out of my somewhat light sleep.

I furrow my brows as my heavy eyes flutter open, "Hmm?" I rise from the bed slightly before turning to face her.

Her dark hair is still pulled back into a tight bun while the glow of her mac book reflects off her face and the black Ful-Vue glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She furrows her brows as her eyes trace my features.

"You were crying..." she trails off as she gently slides her glasses off and sets them on the nightstand.

Out of instinct, I reach up to feel my damp cheek which confirms that I had been crying in my sleep. It must be all the fresh emotions due to what unfolded tonight... perhaps my subconscious still hasn't grasped what really happened—or maybe I just haven't grasped it either. I can sit here and say I'll be happier and feel freer, but it's still an adjustment and I still have to deal with the aftermath of it all.

Cayden closes her mac book and sits it on the nightstand, "Come here," she whispers softly as she slides closer to the middle of the bed.

I hesitantly slide toward her as her arms reach out and pull me into a soft warm hug. Her sweet cologne wraps around me like a furry blanket as she transitions us to lie down flat on the bed. I rest my head on her chest while she lays on her back holding me close to her. My heart pounds in my chest as our legs graze one another while our stomachs breathe in and out in sync.

Her hands softly rub the middle of my satin-covered back, "You're so tense," she whispers as her hands knead into my stiff muscles as if she'd done it a thousand times before, "Fuck, sorry I know some people are weird about being touched like this,"

"No, keep going please," I murmured as my cheek pressed against her chest, practically feeling the outline of her sports bra. Thoughts of sliding the sports bra off of her toned tan body and my mouth all of her flashed in my heavy head, but I quickly fought it off.

She worked her fingers into my covered skin, precisely kneading any tenseness away with her expert fingers, which seemingly didn't help the inappropriate thoughts in my head. I was left wondering what else her fingers were good at... Her hands hesitantly slid down to my lower back, stopping at the bottom hem of my satin tank top. When the soft tips of her fingers touched my bare skin, I shivered.

Cayden kept going as I nodded while melting into her soft precise touch. She started moving with even more confidence, slowly moving up my back as she massaged various muscles until they were loose. As I'd predicted, her hands were careful, precise, and most of all—incredibly soft.

I found myself getting into the relaxing massage, forgetting that she was Sebastian's best friend and basically a stranger I'd just met today. I wondered if she could feel how fast my heart was beating and then I realized how absurd that was to think, given that our two warm bodies were pressed together. Of course, she could feel my rapid heartbeat. She probably felt how flushed and hot I was getting as well—and how I was so close to telling her to just take my tank top off, along with my shorts.

Every muscle Cayden touched, instantly felt better and much more relaxed, her warm hands felt so perfect against my bare skin. As her hands continued to precisely work up my back, I fought back moans willing to escape my lips, but once she hit a particular spot, working a muscle that was so sore and tense—my body tightened as my nails dug into the sheets while I let out a soft, yet still embarrassing, moan.

"Damn," I laughed, but I quickly felt her heart rate pick up, going from fast to rapid due to feeling my body tense up in pleasure. It all felt so sexual and sensual—as if it couldn't even be a question of whether Cayden was into me or If I was into her.

As if she were aware of my very inappropriate thoughts, Cayden kept going, her fingers softly digging into my skin as I imagined earlier. Though, she kept the entire ordeal completely appropriate, never going down past my back or brushing the sides of my covered breasts. She didn't say anything in a teasing manner or even try to kiss me, yet this all felt sexier and hotter than the act of sex itself. Like foreplay that was so incredibly good that I could cum from just her fingers rubbing deeply into my aching muscles.

I couldn't help myself, I pressed my body closer to hers, and brought my hands to her upper back, digging my nails gently into her soft skin. As she kept going, more moans managed to escape my lips unconsciously—as if I couldn't help it even if I tried. I felt so hot... so shocked about how aroused I was getting merely by her touch—I had to resist sliding my hands between my legs probably soaked with wetness by now.

"Fuck Vi," Cayden whispered under her breath, so low and quiet that I barely heard it. I enjoyed the nickname she had begun using with me, everyone calls me Vina or Avina—but they never shorten my name further, unlike Cayden. I felt satisfied knowing Cayden was just as turned on as me without us participating in any sexual actions. How breathless and needy she sounds for more—it managed to make it all even sexier.

And while it had crossed my mind before—I seriously considered it now. Considering really having sex with her. It's odd to think that it was merely a thought before, but now... Now I felt my fingers twitch at the urge to remove her shirt, along with mine. I noticed Cayden was considering it too, her hands brushing over my covered ass as she shifted herself under me so that I was now laying directly on top of her with our chests pressed together and my weight pressing against her pussy. We were both there... so close to release, and perhaps all it would take is some kissing and a few strokes, and we'd both manage to cum at the hands of one another.