Maya nodded slowly after a moment of thought.
"Hmm… yeah. That would work."
I shifted and sat between Maya and Rachel, with Mom settling in front of us so that the four of us formed a tight circle on the bamboo floor.
The closeness helped a little against the chill. I wrapped one arm around Maya's waist and the other around Rachel's, pulling both women firmly against my sides. Their bodies were still damp and cold from the seawater.
Maya's soft breast pressed against my right arm through the thin, wet fabric of her red dress. On my left, Rachel's chest similarly molded against me.
I adjusted my hold slightly, feeling the warm weight of both of them more clearly as they instinctively leaned in for heat. Neither woman pulled away; instead, they pressed closer, seeking whatever warmth they could find.
