Honestly, it's not worth much and they both know it. Still, Gideon is still and calm, her hands resting against the sofa. Her cheeks flush when she starts to realise what's going on. Harrow wraps her hands around her wrists and then guides her hands up under her shirt, lets her palm bare tits, and this is the first time not in water. She keeps her eyes shut, for a moment, and then she opens them, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Fuck me, Harrow. God."