While artist Zinna Nolan ambitiously pursues her artistic dreams in New Orleans, she wonders if it is worth the sacrifice if she has to give up the love of her life.
A warm sensation crept through Zinna's chest, then down to her genitals. She'd had this heated sensation before, and when the feelings became too intense, and she thought she would lose her mind, she would gently move her hand to her vagina and relieve her yearning. She should pull her hand away from Megan's, but she couldn't. A powerful urge much stronger than her usual sensibility overtook her mind. Her emotions were raw and on edge. She needed to know. Why had Megan tormented her with all these questions? What did Megan really want from her? What did she really want from Megan? She was terrified of what lay ahead tonight, but she had to take the risk. She leaned in closer. She felt Megan's sweet breath near her mouth. A tremor went through Megan's hand, or was it her own, or both? It felt like an electric current was surging through her veins. In a moment, she would totally suffocate.
"What do you want from me?" she weakly whispered.
Megan's voice was barely audible as she whispered back, "Nothing you haven't all ready figured out."
Megan's mouth moved closer to her own. A soft moan escaped from her throat.