Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Steam still clung to their skin as they stumbled out of the bathroom, breathless and giggling, towels barely hanging on. Emma's hair was dripping, a flush still painted across her cheeks, and Abigail had that dreamy, dazed look that only came after something very satisfying.

Then—ding dong.

They froze.

Emma blinked, glancing at Abigail. "Did you... order food?"

Abigail shook her head, eyes wide. "Nope. Did you?"

"Nope."

Another ding dong, more impatient this time.

They scrambled across the sleek marble floors of their penthouse, slipping slightly as they hurried to the front door, towels clutched tight and hearts still racing for an entirely different reason now.

When they flung the door open—twenty-something floors above the city—still damp and slightly glowing, they were met with two very familiar faces.

Ashley and Megan—neighbors from the penthouse across the hall, a couple themselves—stood there holding a plate of cookies, clearly not expecting to be greeted by two barely-covered women fresh from a shared shower session.

"Oh," Megan said first, her eyes sweeping slowly down from Emma's damp collarbone to the hem of her barely-secured towel. "Well... hi."

Ashley let out a low whistle and tilted her head, clearly amused. "We definitely picked the right time to visit."

Emma opened her mouth. Closed it. Then tried again. "We were just... showering."

Megan raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a knowing smirk. "Together?" she teased, voice just a little too sultry to be casual.

Abigail gave a lopsided grin and leaned casually against the doorframe like she wasn't one rogue sneeze away from a towel disaster. "Is it that obvious?"

"Oh, it's very obvious," Ashley chimed in, her gaze flicking between them. "Y'all look like you stepped out of a steamy music video."

"Or a very expensive ad for body wash," Megan added, not even trying to hide the way her eyes lingered on Abigail's still-damp thighs.

Ashley nudged Megan with her elbow but didn't look away. "We just came to bring these over," she said, lifting the plate of cookies. "But honestly, we wouldn't mind hanging out if, you know... you're into visitors."

Emma's brows shot up at the blatant flirtation. She stepped forward, towel shifting just slightly, earning a very deliberate glance from Megan that lingered long enough to make her shiver for a whole new reason. "Wait—no, don't go," she said quickly, grinning now despite herself. "Thanks for the cookies."

Abigail leaned in closer to Emma, whispering just loud enough for all four of them to hear, "We definitely owe them cookies later."

Ashley chuckled. "Well, we're across the hall if you feel like returning the favor."

Megan winked. "Or the towel."

Emma laughed, heat rising in her cheeks. "Actually... we were planning on cooking dinner later. You two should come by."

Abigail glanced at her, pleasantly surprised, then nodded with a small smile. "Yeah. We'll even wear real clothes."

Ashley grinned. "A dinner date with clothes and dessert? Sounds like a good time."

Megan tilted her head and smirked. "We'll bring wine."

Emma gave a soft laugh and rubbed the back of her neck. "You can still bring it, but I won't be drinking any."