Deepwood Weald [m] aloe vera

Yours.

. . .

It was the word that rang in her ears even when their bodies finally untangled themselves. Ty found herself more limber now, lighter, and generally less irritable. She glanced at her lover, a term she used all too loosely. Casanova had been a lover, too. She did not think Goldie would be her last this year. If anything, the freedom of being on her own had only lit the fire for more variety, more tasting of those who would answer her call.

Now that her nerves were settled, she wondered what more Goldie would ask of her, if anything. Casanova had been content to rest, though Goldie struck her as younger than him.