Chapter Fourteen
She got home and kicked off her boots, reaching down to straighten them up and make sure there wasn’t any mud on the floor. With that sorted, she took off her coat and hung it up. Turning, she found Grace standing in the doorway to the living room, arms folded, leaning against the jamb, one brow raised and a curious smile on her face.
“Well?” she said, and Caz realised, yet again, just how much this woman understood her, allowing the space to process and not pester her for answers until the time was right.
“Okay, I’ll do it. But…” Caz held up a finger. “I can’t be down there like a doctor, fiddling around.”
Grace frowned a little, a questioning narrowing of the eyes. “Okay, what is your compromise?”
Caz walked down the hallway to the kitchen with Grace following. “I was thinking, I could lie beside you and reach down, but be focusing on your face.”
“Alright, and how would you know if you’ve hit the spot, so to speak?”
Rolling her eyes, Caz huffed. “I know where the spot is. And anyway, you can tell me.”
Grace smiled. “Thank you.”
Flicking the kettle on, Caz returned the smile.
“But first, we’re going to get away for a few days. Sod Portugal, let’s stay local and not waste time travelling.”
Closing the space between them, Grace flung her arms around Caz’s waist as Caz dropped teabags into mugs. “I can definitely agree to that. Anywhere in mind?”
“Well, I saw someone post a video about West Wittering. It’s not that far—sandy beaches for miles. Kate Winslet lives there.”
“Oh, well, if it’s good enough for Kate…” Grace grinned, finally letting go of Caz. She moved to the side and leaned back against the worktop. “It is the weather for the beach, and no point going abroad when you’ve got it almost on the doorstep.”
“Yep. So, I thought we’d have a cup of tea and then get on Airbnb and find something for tomorrow?”
“I would love that,” Grace said, straightening up to kiss Caz’s cheek. “You’re too good to me.”
“Uh, I think you’ll find, I’m just treating you how you deserve to be treated.”
Grace was quiet for a moment, before she said, “Yes. You are.” And then she left the room.
Shrugging, Caz finished the tea-making and then followed to find Grace sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a magazine in her lap.
“Here you go.” Caz placed the mugs down onto the coffee table and then threw herself into the corner of the couch and pulled her feet up. With her phone already in her hand, she started scrolling on the Airbnb app.
“Just so you know,” Grace said, as Caz continued to scroll. “I’m really happy with you.”
Caz looked up and found the eyes of her wife set on her with such an intensity, that for a moment, she forgot this was her best friend and not a lover.
She shook herself out of it, scolding herself for even contemplating Grace as anything more. That was not the deal they’d agreed on.
“I’m happy you’re happy,” Caz finally responded. She bit her lip hard when a jolt of something sexually exciting hit right between her legs. “I’m just going to—” She jumped up, phone dropping on the couch. “Loo. I need the loo.”
“Alright,” Grace said, reaching for her tea.
Caz moved quickly.
Into the hall and up the stairs two at a time, she bounded into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
“No, no, no, no, no,” she said quickly to herself. Her hand moved into her hair, fingers gripping her scalp. “This is not happening.”
Her clit throbbed a response that said otherwise.
Squeezing her thighs together just made it worse, and when her eyes closed, all she saw was the image of Grace smiling at her.
Twisting the tap to cold, she thrust her hands under the flow of the water and splashed her face with the icy blast.
“You can’t suddenly have romantic feelings for your wife,” she muttered, staring at herself in the mirror. And then she laughed at how ridiculous that would sound to anyone listening. “Okay, get a grip. It’s just because you’re missing sexy times right now, and she’s…she’s down there being her usual cute, gorgeous self, and that’s getting all twisted up in your head.”
Her clit throbbed again, and she thrust her hands back under the water and repeated the process.
As she stared back in the mirror, she realised something: Being married to your best friend wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d thought it would be.