Lesbian Boss (Sapphic Sweethearts #5)

14.

Emily

B y the time we’re done kissing, the tea is cold. That’s okay. I heat it again. This time, we drink it together on my small red futon, and we prop our feet up on the wooden coffee table I found on a curb one time.

“Do you ever miss her?” Hillary asks.

“Who?”

“Abigail.”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Sometimes,” I say. “Well, I miss the idea of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I miss feeling like I belonged to someone,” I say honestly. “Do you ever miss that?”

“I do like belonging,” she says.

“You’ve been in long-term relationships.” Not a question.

“A few.”

“What happened?”

“Well, seeing as how I’m not dating those women anymore, I’d say they ended,” she says.

“Funny.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I say. I set my tea down on the table, turn back to her. I reach for her hands, give them a squeeze. “I’m glad, you know.”

“Glad?”

“That you’re not with them anymore.”

“Me too.”

“Hillary,” I say, and when she looks at me, I suddenly have this vision of us being together for a very, very long time. I suddenly think that this woman is someone I could see knowing for the rest of my life. She’s the type of person I could see myself growing old with, growing up with.

And I want that.

I want the hugs and the kisses and the forever.

“Kiss me,” she says, and I do.

And this time, I know it means something.

This time, I know it means everything.