Lesbian Boss (Sapphic Sweethearts #5)
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L ong after the group disperses, I sit in the bar, and I watch her.
The lights dim, and she comes to me. Emily sits next to me on one of the barstools.
“You stayed,” she says.
“I stayed.”
“Why?”
“To talk.”
“Just to talk?”
“Yes,” I say.
“That feels like a lie.”
“It might be.”
“You kissed me today,” she says.
“Yeah, Em, I kissed you.”
“I liked it.”
“Me too.”
“It’s complicated, though,” she says. “Huh?”
“Yeah. Complicated.”
“Why?” Emily asks. “Why does it have to be complicated? Why can’t we just be adults doing adult things? Why does it have to be anything more than that?”
“That’s just not the way the world works, babe,” I say.
“It’s unfair,” she says.
“Yeah, Emily. I know.”
We sit there together, staring at the bottles, staring at our hands. We look anywhere but at each other.
“Hey.” Another bartender walks over. “I’m about to lock up.”
“You got it, Polly.” Emily hops down from her stool and offers me her hand. I take it, albeit hesitantly, and I follow her out into the night.
We stand there under a streetlight for a long time, and together, we stare up at the stars.
“I like you a lot,” I say.
“What did your friends think of me?”
“They like you, too.”
“Did you plan to come out tonight?”
“No. I asked Jessica to talk to me. We came here.”
“You trust her,” Emily says. This isn’t a question.
“I do.”
“Like, completely? Or is this one of those 70/30 things where you trust her with most stuff, but not everything?”
“Ah, corporate America,” I say, laughing. “No, it’s not split. It’s 100 percent. I trust her completely.”
“Then I trust her, too. You look good, by the way.” Emily steps closer to me.
“You look good, too.”
“I can’t stop thinking about the kiss,” she says.
She’s closer.
If I reach out, my hands will be on her shoulders, on her breasts, around her waist.
“I know.”
“I want to taste you again,” Emily says.
“You tasted so fucking sweet,” I say.
And then I can’t stop.
I don’t want to hold back, so I don’t, and I kiss her again.
And again.
And again.