13. Giselle
GISELLE
G iselle stood there, heart pounding, replaying the kiss in her mind. The warmth of it lingered on her lips. She hadn’t expected it to feel like that—so natural, so right.
Damn. She hadn’t expected to kiss Addie at all. The voice in her head, the same one that usually warned her not to get attached to anyone, was quiet.
Being close to Addie erased everything else. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss Addie again.
Addie’s eyes searched hers as if trying to read the thoughts swirling in her mind. Giselle wanted to close the space between them and taste her soft lips again.
Her gaze darted to Addie’s eyes again. Addie backed up, still watching her, a quiet smile on her lips. It was almost invisible, but there was no denying that it was there.
Giselle watched Addie’s lips part. She’d no doubt enjoyed every bit of the kiss, too. Then Addie blinked and took a few steps past her.
“I need to shower,” she murmured.
Giselle nodded, the words barely registering as Addie turned and slipped into the bathroom. She was left standing there, the lingering warmth from the kiss pulsing through her.
She couldn’t believe how much she wanted Addie, how close she felt to breaking every rule she’d set for herself. But as she heard the faint sound of water from the bathroom, she thought, What’s the worst that could happen?
Giselle moved to the edge of the bed, taking a steadying breath, her mind running over every moment of the evening. She’d tried for so long to avoid this kind of connection. Now, with Addie, she felt herself leaning in instead of pulling away.
Worse still, she felt good about it. Yes, her heart raced with the very thought of it, but her lips still craved to be kissed.
Giselle threw herself backward, bouncing slightly on the bed. She could’ve moved away. She could’ve stopped Addie just before their lips touched, but she hadn’t wanted to. If anything, every bit of desire she’d buried was suddenly above the surface.
She found herself wanting to be touched. She wanted to feel every inch of Addie’s skin against hers.
Giselle’s hands cupped her face. She groaned quietly, berating herself in her head. It was as ironic as it was strange. She wanted this, yet she knew she shouldn’t.
She remained there for what felt like an eternity, breathing deeply and reminding herself how kissing Addie was a mistake she wouldn’t repeat. Her nipples tightened against her cotton outfit.
The bathroom door opened, and Giselle looked up. Addie stepped out, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair falling loosely around her shoulders. She moved with a quiet ease, her gaze soft as it met Giselle’s. Her skin glowed in the dim light.
Giselle’s breath caught in her throat. Her jaw dropped as she watched Addie move to the dresser and slip into her nightclothes—a simple tank top and soft shorts that clung to her in a way that made her pulse race even faster.
Giselle’s gaze traced every detail, from the curve of Addie’s collarbone to the gentle lines of her arms. Warmth settled deep inside her, and she couldn’t look away.
“You look really nice,” Giselle murmured, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
Addie’s lips curved into a small smile, a faint blush touching her cheeks. “Thanks. Guess pajamas aren’t the usual look for me.”
Giselle watched her, unable to hide her smile. “They suit you.”
Giselle felt that pull again, drawing her closer, the last of her walls crumbling. She wanted this—wanted her . She rose to her feet and took a step closer. Addie did the same .
What’s the worst that could happen? She sighed.
Addie’s eyes met hers, and there was an understanding there, something unspoken yet undeniable. Giselle’s breathing steadied, her gaze lingering on Addie’s lips, the warmth between them building. She could see the same longing reflected in Addie’s eyes.
“Giselle,” Addie said.
Giselle closed the remaining distance, her hand reaching up to gently touch Addie’s arm, their eyes meeting again in silent agreement. She wasn’t holding back anymore.
The warmth between them swelled as they leaned in, their lips meeting in a slow, gentle kiss. Giselle didn’t let the kiss last for long before she pulled back.
Her gaze held Addie’s, the warmth lingering between them. They didn’t need to speak. This moment was theirs, and for once, Giselle let herself give in completely.
Addie’s hand moved to gently rest on Giselle’s arm, tracing the line of her shoulder with a soft touch. Their eyes met, and there was an openness in Addie’s gaze, a vulnerability that Giselle hadn’t seen before .
Giselle reached up, her fingertips brushing along Addie’s cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her touch. The soft rise and fall of their breaths filled the quiet, creating a gentle rhythm between them.
“Is this okay?” Addie asked.
Giselle nodded, her gaze unwavering. “More than okay.”
They came together again, their lips meeting in a kiss that held all the desire they’d kept hidden until now. It was slow, unhurried, each moment shared as though they had all the time in the world.
Giselle moved her hand to rest on Addie’s back, pulling her closer, feeling the intensity between them deepen. She could feel the gentle beat of Addie’s heart, their breaths blending, grounding them both in the moment.
As they moved together, their touches became a language of their own. Addie’s hand found its way to the small of Giselle’s back, holding her close, their bodies pressed together in an embrace that was both soft and strong.
Giselle felt a deep sense of trust in that touch, something that went beyond words, beyond any need for explanation.
They sank onto the bed, the covers soft beneath them, wrapping around each other as the world outside grew distant. Giselle’s hand moved gently along Addie’s arm.
A throbbing ache grew inside Giselle as Addie’s fingers trailed across her neck.
Addie’s hands moved down Giselle’s arms, caressing her. Her eyes locked onto Giselle’s as she licked her lips. She slowed down, leaning away slightly.
“Giselle?”
Giselle’s thoughts scrambled as she tried to find the right words.
“I just…I just…kiss me.”
Addie’s gaze stayed fixed on her lips as she inched closer, their faces nearly touching. They lingered in that moment for only a few seconds, but it felt like time had slowed.
“I want you, Giselle,” Addie finally whispered before leaning in for a kiss.
The kiss took Giselle by surprise, though she knew it shouldn’t have. Every moment leading up to this had hinted at it, but she still hadn’t been prepared.
When Addie’s teeth captured her bottom lip, Giselle could hardly believe it was happening. A quiet whimper escaped her as Addie’s hand cupped her neck, pulling her closer. Giselle let out a louder whimper as Addie’s tongue slipped into her mouth.
“Addie,” she gasped, trying to sound firm but failing.
She’d intended to tell her to stop, yet stopping was the last thing she wanted. The kiss sent warmth all through her, while Addie’s hands explored her body, from her neck to the curve of her hip, eventually settling between her thighs.
She rubbed her palm over the crotch of Giselle’s pajama bottoms a few times before quickly growing tired of the barrier. Giselle gasped as Addie’s cool fingers slipped beneath her panties.
“Is this okay?” Addie murmured as she began to rub circles against Giselle’s clit.
Giselle couldn’t answer. Her voice caught in her throat, so she just nodded. Addie’s fingers traced her labia, finding her entrance, and slipped in effortlessly, gliding across her most sensitive spot.
“Addie,” Giselle gasped again.
“Do you want me to stop?” Addie asked, her tone tentative, though her fingers continued their motion.
“No. I want to know how it feels, how you taste,” Giselle whispered.
After that, she was lost in Addie’s hands. She leaned back against the bed as Addie knelt in front of her, tugging Giselle’s pajamas and panties down to her ankles. Giselle held her breath as Addie’s lips trailed up her thigh, building her anticipation.
When Addie’s tongue finally brushed against her, Giselle felt a jolt all the way up her spine.
“Mm,” Addie purred as she sucked gently on Giselle’s clit, unashamed. She circled the sensitive bud with her tongue, then drew it between her lips. Giselle whimpered, her head falling back.
Addie seemed to enjoy tasting her just as much as Giselle enjoyed her touch. She moaned while savoring the wetness flowing from Giselle’s core.
“You taste so good,” Addie said softly, smiling up at Giselle. Her tongue dipped back between Giselle’s folds, sliding into her warmth. Giselle gasped as Addie’s tongue pressed deeper, stars appearing behind her closed eyes.
She held onto Addie’s head, guiding her gently as she moved. Every movement brought Giselle closer to release, a song of satisfaction filling the room as Addie increased her pace. Her knees began to shake as her orgasm crashed over her, nearly overwhelming her.
Giselle looked down, saw Addie wipe her lips, and felt a renewed surge of desire. She smiled. “That was amazing,” she whispered, pulling Addie back up and kissing her. “Now it’s my turn.”
Giselle kissed Addie as she wiggled out of her pajamas. Addie’s curves drew her hands down, and Giselle squeezed, hearing Addie moan in response.
Giselle understood what Addie might be struggling to say, so she gently placed a finger against her lips.
She whispered, “Just focus on what feels good right now. Don’t get too far ahead. Just enjoy me, okay?”
Addie nodded as Giselle’s fingers traced along her damp folds. Addie’s body relaxed, allowing Giselle to add another finger, her gentle, deliberate touch making Addie’s back arch. Addie’s soft moans filled the room, urging Giselle to go faster, their breaths mingling as Addie called out her name.
Their breasts pressed against each other, building their desire. Giselle moved her legs, placing one between Addie’s, and Addie moved so that their vulva lips pressed against each other.
Their hands groped at each other’s bodies. They moved even faster, moaning and writhing until they climaxed.
Giselle lay back against the pillows, watching the faint lines of light play across the ceiling. Addie nestled against her, her breathing steady, her presence warm and reassuring.
Giselle had never imagined she’d find herself here, feeling so at ease, letting someone close enough to wear down the walls she’d built around herself. But with Addie, everything was different.
Addie shifted, her head resting against Giselle’s shoulder, her arm wrapped gently around her. The moments they’d just shared were still fresh in Giselle’s mind, each memory filled with a tenderness that filled her with something she couldn’t quite name.
It was rare—this closeness, this peace—and she felt it deep inside her in a way she couldn’t ignore.
Giselle looked down, watching as Addie’s face relaxed in the dim light. She reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Addie’s ear, her fingers brushing softly along her skin. Addie’s eyes opened slightly, catching Giselle’s gaze, a soft smile curving her lips.
“Comfortable?” Addie’s voice was a murmur, quiet and warm, her eyes bright with a gentle amusement.
“More than comfortable,” Giselle answered, her lips curling into a smile. “I haven’t done this with anyone in a long time.”
Addie’s smile widened, her fingers tracing light patterns along Giselle’s arm. “You’re doing just fine.”
Giselle chuckled softly, the sound surprising her with its ease. “Only because I have a good partner.”
They settled back into silence, with only the soft sounds of their breathing filling the space. Giselle felt a freedom she hadn’t known she’d been missing until now.
She’d been so guarded, so focused on keeping everyone at a distance, but lying here with Addie, all of that faded into the background.
“What’s on your mind?” Addie’s hand brushed against hers, a simple gesture, but one that sent a shiver through her.
Giselle hesitated, her gaze softening as she met Addie’s eyes. “That I didn’t expect this. Any of it. You.”
Addie’s hand squeezed hers gently, but she said nothing. Giselle turned her head, her eyes meeting Addie’s, the quiet understanding between them more than words could express. At this moment, she wasn’t the person who kept everyone at arm’s length.
“Goodnight, Addie,” Giselle murmured, her eyes closing, a content smile on her face.
Addie’s fingers laced through hers, a small squeeze of reassurance. “Goodnight, Giselle.”