"So he took you to some big tree in the woods," Elena said.
Her voice carried the specific flatness of someone who had been expecting the story to arrive somewhere more impressive and had not yet decided whether to give it more time.
She was sitting on top of Liam with her arms around his neck, her boobs pressed flat against his chest, her whole weight settled against him, and she had him inside her just enough, the tip of him present and warm and sitting exactly where she had put him when she climbed on, neither of them acknowledging the arrangement out loud.
"It isn't just a tree, Elena," Liam said.
She looked at him for a moment. Then something in her face changed, the unimpressed quality softening into something quieter, and she exhaled slowly and looked at the wall beside them.
