Chapter 6
Skylar
Ava has tried to brush off the conversation with Shea, but I can tell it’s still bothering her. She has every right to be upset her asswipe of an ex implied she wouldn’t go on a date anytime soon. To switch up plans is shitty of him, then the slight dig is even worse.
She’s four mojitos deep, and since her experience with alcohol is limited, she’s a little past tipsy.
Ava’s a giggly drunk who gets really affectionate. Which is torture for me because I’d love nothing more than to have her snuggle into my lap while I play with her hair. I’m also a little inebriated, and alcohol tends to make me a little more bold. And a lot more horny.
We ordered Thai food for dinner, and we switched from the dancing show to one about people stuck on an island trying to find love. I’m not really paying attention, and it’s getting late, but I don’t want to go to bed and break our bubble of relaxation just yet.
Ava yawns, her eyes drooping with exhaustion, and I know it’s time to get our asses to bed.
I turn off the show. “C’mon, Aves. Let’s get you to bed.”
Ava’s glassy eyes look up at me. “Will you sleep with me?”
“Of course.”
This isn’t the first sleepover we’ve had since she got divorced, but something feels different tonight.
Maybe it’s because I’m horny and Ava’s confessed she likes women, but my mind is conjuring up all sorts of compromising positions we could get into from sharing a bed.
Good thing I’m an expert at self-restraint and hiding my feelings.
We make our way to the bathroom and brush our teeth before we take turns using the restroom. I quickly run through my skincare routine—when I’m not home, I cut it down to five steps.
As I come out of the bathroom, I realize Ava is already under the covers, so I shut off the light and tuck myself in.
“Thank you for today,” Ava whispers into the quiet darkness of the room.
“No need to thank me, Aves. You know I love spending time with you.”
Ava doesn’t say anything else, so I assume she’s asleep.
I close my eyes and try to turn my brain off so I can go to sleep, too, but Ava shifts and rolls to face me, whispering my name.
I roll over so I’m facing her as well, but I can barely make out the slope of her nose in the darkness.
“Something on your mind, Aves?” I ask quietly.
“Yes. I’ve been thinking about how… inexperienced I am in certain aspects of my life, and I was thinking…”
“Thinking… what?” I prompt.
“Will you teach me?”
I swear my heart leaps into my throat.
Surely she’s not suggesting…
“Teach you what? How to flirt? I can do that, even though I think you’d be fine on your—”
“No, not how to flirt,” she cuts me off and takes a deep breath. “I want you to show me how to pleasure a woman. I don’t want to fumble and embarrass myself on my first time.”
My tongue feels so dry it sticks to the roof of my mouth. This is not what I was expecting her to say. Is she being serious? Or is she just saying it because she’s drunk?
“I think you’ll be fine,” I manage to say. “If you know what you like, you’ll be able to figure out what your partner likes fairly quickly.”
There’s a long moment of silence before Ava’s wobbly voice whispers, “I don’t know what I like.”
“Shea never…?”
“Not very often, and I always felt like I was taking too long when he did. I always faked it.”
“Your husband of six years never made you come?” I can’t hide the irritation in my tone.
“No, he did... Sometimes. Just not with oral. But he’s the only sexual partner I’ve ever had, and it feels daunting to date when I don’t know what I’m doing in the bedroom.”
“Are you only asking me because you’re drunk?”
“No. I’m asking you because I trust you.”
Dammit.
“Tell you what, you sleep on it, and if you still feel this way in the morning, we’ll talk about it.”
Ava sighs. “Okay. Thank you. Goodnight, Sky.”
“Goodnight, Aves.”
I hope she doesn’t remember it in the morning. I hope this is just some drunken idea that will blow over and we’ll never speak about it again.
Because I know I’d say yes. I’d say yes even if I can’t have Ava in a romantic capacity forever. But having her for just a minute?
It would be a fucking dream come true. Being the first woman she’ll ever touch? Being the first woman to get to touch her? You never forget your first. Which means she’d always remember our time together.
It would surely ruin our friendship. How would we come back from it? I don’t think we’d be able to.
It takes me forever to fall asleep, and when I do, my dreams are filled with what life with Ava could be like if she loved me the way I already love her.