Kara slid the glass shower door aside and twisted the hot water knob, holding her hand under the running water until the temperature met her needs and slowly arose, feeling the sweet touch of Amalie's hand on her back. It felt so natural to gather her into her arms and kiss her, her lips moving gently against hers. As the question arose in her mind, she gave a voice to it, murmuring against Amalie's lips, "Why does this feel so right?"
"Because your heart knows what it wants, even if you do not."
She took the words in and turned back to the shower, evening the heat with cold and switching on the shower, stepped in and moved under the jets. The water sluiced over her body, between her 34Cs and down between her sticky thighs and she sighed in appreciation, then sighed again as Amalie's hands cupped her heavy breasts, slightly rolling the nipples.
"You have such a beautiful body, Kara." Amalie's kind words seemed to have the opposite effect on Kara and she moved out of Amalie's reach, turning to face her. "What's wrong?"
"I hate hearing that."
"Why? It's the truth."
"Because every sodding man that I've dated has said the same thing."
"But I'm not them, Kara."
"I'm well aware of that, Amalie." She reached out and stroked her cheek. "It's just ... "
"Hard to trust people?" The black woman moved closer, rubbing her nipples against Kara's and looking up into her wide eyes. "Hard to know what the person wants from you?"