Vi holds back shivers from her nerves shooting every which way at Cait’s focused, studied touch. The anticipation of finding out what Cait knows or likes makes her all the more excited.

She snorts a little, biting her lip, trying to hold it back, but she can’t. “Arms and abs aren’t the only part of me there rock hard, sorry, I’m sorry,” she hunches over Cait, laughing into her hair.