Elena suggests Harper practice kissing

As Harper stands there, the cool air brushing against her bare skin, Elena’s eyes light up with appreciation. She takes in the sight of her friend, admiring her physique. “You know, you’ve got such a great body. I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you like this—so confident —it’s really something.”

Harper blushes deeply, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement making her heart race. She looks down, feeling a bit shy under Elena’s gaze, but it only reminds her of her nakedness. The blush goes down her chest, and she sees her toes tense. She forces herself to sit back down on the couch and crosses one leg over the other. “It’s too hot,” she says.

Elena rolls her eyes. “If you’re thinking about watching sometime, I feel like you should be a little more open, don’t you think, babe?

Harper presses her palms together. She had gotten very sweaty very fast. “What do you mean?” This is just a casual conversation, she reminds herself.

“Well, you wouldn’t want my man to think you’re a prude, would you? I’m sure you could kiss him at least.”

“Maybe,” Harper says. She feels like she could probably be comfortable with kissing a strange man if Elena was there to make sure it was all safe. It’s not like she hadn’t done more at the party.

“So you should practice.”

Harper frowns. “Kissing? You think I should practice?”

Elena’s smile turns mischievous. “Why not? It’s a good place to start. How about we try it together?”