Audrey’s pulse quickened. “I’d love that.”
As the first light of dawn brushed the horizon, the asylum’s ancient stone seemed to hum with newfound life. Audrey knew she would leave the retreat eventually, returning to her city and her responsibilities, but the memory of that night—the softness of Mara’s touch, the heat of their shared breath, and the profound sense of belonging—would stay with her forever, a private holiday she could revisit whenever the world grew too loud. Assylum.18.10.17.Audrey.Holiday.Lesbian.Anal.Sp...
