Harrow cuts a deal

Ava's heart hurts, but she has **** but to listen to Lily's instruction. Before she can turn to leave, though, Harrow stops her. “No reason the party’s got to stop here," he says.

Ava’s eyes flick to Lily, who is leaning against the table, her expression relaxed and dreamy. The cocaine has worked its magic, easing the tension in her face, making her look almost serene. Ava’s own high is beginning to settle, and the intoxicating buzz mingles with a sense of uneasy anticipation. “What is it?” she asks, trying to keep her voice steady despite the lingering rush.

Harrow’s gaze moves between the two girls. “It’s simple,” he says, his voice low and coaxing. “I have more, and I’m willing to share.”

“What’s the catch?” Lily asks with a sigh.

“I want to see you and Lily together. Nothing crazy, just a little kissing.”

Ava’s stomach churns. The idea feels both thrilling and degrading. She looks at Lily, who looks stunned. The **** has her in its grip. Not that she seems to mind. Slowly, Lily turns to look toward her, a flicker of uncertainty and something else crossing her features. Ava’s heart races. Part of her wants to refuse, to drag Lily away from this. But the **** makes her feel unstoppable. She looks at Lily again, searching her for disapproval or ****. Instead Lily’s gaze is hard, a true businesswoman's. “Fine!” shouts Lily over the pulse of the music.

Ava’s heart pounds in her chest. The **** heightens every impulse. “Okay,” she agrees.

Harrow’s eyes light up with satisfaction as he cuts up another few lines. “Perfect,” he says.

Ava turns to Lily, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to touch her face. Lily’s skin is hot under her fingers, and Ava feels a shiver of anticipation as she leans in. Their lips meet in a tentative kiss, the contact electric and intoxicating. Lily responds immediately, her hands finding Ava’s hips, pulling her closer. The kiss deepens and their bodies press together as they give in to the moment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the sensation of their lips moving together, the taste of the **** mingling with their breaths. Every touch, every movement feels heightened, every sensation more intense. The kiss lingers, both girls lost in the moment. Ava’s hands slide down to Lily’s waist, pulling her closer, while Lily’s fingers tangle in Ava’s hair, their movements growing more passionate. Lily finds her ass and grips it hard. Ava feels like she could sing.

When they finally pull apart, both girls are breathing heavily, their faces flushed with the aftereffects of the **** and the kiss alike. Ava’s heart is racing, her mind still spinning from the heady mix of emotions and sensations.

Harrow steps forward, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he hands Ava the vial. “That was hot,” he says, handing her a rolled up bill.

Ava takes it, her whole body shaking. She glances at Lily, who is still catching her breath.