Book description
The moment of truth . . . Mary Drew knelt down on the rug. She leaned
forward, her mouth within an inch of Martha's. “l love you,” she said.
“I've loved you from the very moment we met. But I won't kiss you. I'm
so close my lips are almost on yours, but I won't kiss you.” Martha
looked deeply into the other girl's eyes for a very long time. “l love
you, too,” she said. Then hungrily they fed on each others lips. Martha
grasped Mary Drew's hand. “Love me, will you? Not just kisses. Not any
more.”
