Hazel hesitated for a moment. It wasn't that she was a virgin or anything, but the thought of undressing in front of another woman made her heart pound. Her cheeks were tomato red, and her whole body was shaking.
"I'm scared," she blurted out.
Wren just chuckled and held her shoulders gently before leaning in for another kiss, this time both passionate and tender. Her hands smoothly unclasped Hazel's dress straps, and the garment slid down. Hazel felt a pang of surprise.
"What is there to be scared of?" Wren began softly. "I don't want to force you. Tell me if you don't want this. If you're shy, just stop me, or else I'll take it that I have your consent."
She spoke calmly as her hands moved lower and lower until they reached Hazel's waist. It was tiny and delicate, her skin pale and soft. When Wren's hand brushed against Hazel's underwear, she could barely feel the fabric.
