The grass whispered as Naomi walked closer. She stopped at the base of the porch steps, close enough to see everything, far enough to maintain the illusion that she was just observing.
Her pink eyes locked onto the place where Belle's thighs met my body, and her tongue moved across her lower lip in a motion so brief that anyone else would have missed it entirely.
Belle's attention split between my face and whatever she could read in Naomi's expression over my shoulder. "She's blushing."
"She's always blushing."
"This is different blushing. This is the blushing she does when she wants something but can't figure out how to ask for it without apologizing first."
I leaned close to Belle's ear. "Then let's give her something worth watching."
