LAMIA

I had texted Kira to come to my room so we could go to breakfast together. I was just finishing putting on some beige lip gloss; I had thrown on a pair of black jeggings and a comfortable deep plum V-neck tee shirt that hung down to the tops of my legs with a pair of sneakers. I wanted to be comfortable when driving home, plus I had spent a lot more time in the shower than I intended. The warm water soothed the ache between my legs, but every time I thought about why it ached, a ...