The sunlight broke through the edge of the window blinds, warming Ren’s face as she squeezed her eyes closed.
CHAPTER 8
The sunlight broke through the edge of the window blinds, warming Ren’s face as she squeezed her eyes closed. A warm breath against her shoulder reminded her that there was someone else sleeping next to her. She turned her head to the angelic face that matched the frosted hair that draped over her eyes. It made her feel young. She loved the sophistication that came with maturity, but it also sucked all the life out of her. In her thirties and after Dolly, she attempted relationships with those her own age or older, but none worked out. Her twenties sped by so fast that she didn’t have time to enjoy them.
She found herself attracted to younger women with their wide eyes and invigorating spirit. Women untouched by the harsh realities of life—yet to be wronged by careless people. Therefore, the optimistic outlook drew her to them. Plus, the sex was amazing.
Before she thought she was what her gay friends called a bottom, but now Ren found herself very much in control and on ‘top’ last night when they adjourned to the bedroom. It felt very natural, almost like she should have always been the one to call the shots. The hazards of being with a strong dominating woman she always submitted to their ways or their kinks. Avery was very much a novice, almost like a blank canvas that she could paint on the ways she wanted to be loved.
Ren shook her head at herself for how ridiculous that sounded. It was only one night. A weak moment of lust because that was what The Pendulum did to people, stroked the ego enough to abandon your morals for the evening. Just as she drew back the covers to pull herself out of bed, Avery stirred. Instead of getting out of bed, she returned and stared at the ceiling fan and its hypnotic spin. Her mind twisted around the similarities between Teagan and Avery. Both art students. Photographers. Both possessed a keen eye for black and white. Dark and noir-like silhouettes. Young. Impressionable.
When Teagan became enraptured with a project, she immersed herself in her work, which drew a wedge between them. New friends. New models. Late nights. But the work was beautiful, or what she saw of it. One piece stood out in her mind. A woman’s silhouette emerged from the darkness. The curve of her back led to the tight athletic curve of the woman’s derriere with a distinct birthmark on her hip, shaped like a violin; like a subtle shadow, but it drew one’s eye to it. There could have been more great shots, but the project never got completed before her death.
Now here was Avery, embarking on an enormous project. New friends. New models, one of which Ren knew was trouble. While she couldn’t put her finger on it, there was something about her she didn’t trust. Her perception about others was always right. Maybe that was why she asked Avery home with her. What do they say? Third time’s a charm.
Ren shifted her gaze to Avery, dusting the hair from her face. Yes, there was Avery, asleep in her bed. As she stirred again, Ren pondered if it was too soon to wake this woman up with an impromptu session of morning sex. However tempting Ren found the idea of coaxing Avery’s eyes to open with a slip of her hand between the legs of the woman laying next to her, she knew it could be presumptuous. How could she be sure Avery wanted something more than a passionate night of fun? Instead, Ren pulled back the covers again.
“Where are you going?” Avery asked in a sleepy voice, yawning through her query while draping an arm over Ren’s waist to pull her back into bed.
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