I’m not one for keeping people in closets,” Roxie responded. “In case you weren’t able to tell by the lesbian about me.

Roxie emanated this earthiness Mel found herself drawn to, and her low voice scraped like fingernails over skin, causing a delicious shudder.

With her hair pulled into a loose ponytail, she looked softer, like she’d been painted in watercolors. Seeing Roxie like this didn’t help tamp the flutter in her chest even a little bit.

Mel’s grin widened. “A gorgeous woman hurling herself at me? Talk about the stuff fantasies are made of.