Jealous or not, Eden can't pretend it isn't satisfying, knowing she can have Lily's attention mostly to herself so easily. That might well be all she really wants — to know it's hers if she wants it. Lily, she knows, never will be, not fully. It just isn't who Lily is, too free for anything so conventional. The trick is in accepting that.

She couldn't possibly do anything else, though, when she feels this good. Lily's fingers in her hair are just tight enough to tug pleasantly, and the room is hot, but she doesn't mind. Getting kissed like this is almost as good as being drunk, head spinning as she lets herself forget about anything and anyone else.