Fortune telling

Cameron reached for my hand that afternoon. "Let me read your palms," she said. Her eyes flicked to mine as her fingers traced the lines. "I see big happiness. Something very good in the near future." I slid closer. "Oh, really? Like this?" My mouth met her half-open lips. The kiss was slow, wet. Her tongue brushed mine. The cards stayed face-down on the table while we pressed together, two bodies taking over what the palms had promised. Blonde hair slipped across her bare shoulders. My brunette locks tangled with it. She was older, sure of what she wanted. I was younger, eager, already wet. We moved without hurry, touching, tasting, proving every line she had read.