You walk into the club, standing at the top of the spiral staircase, watching her give instructions to the few other employees that occupy the floor. You reach up and touch the heart necklace she gave you, unsure of what you’re about to do. Your heart hurts just thinking about it, but it’s the right thing to do, isn’t it? No one is going to accept you two and you can’t take the stress of being rejected by everyone you know and love. You slowly make your way down the stairs, steadying yourself on the handrail. You stop at the bar, waiting for her to turn around.
You walk in the front door and before you can close it, she’s standing in front of you.
“Traffic on the way home from school,” she says.
“Yeah, mom,” you say, rolling your eyes and walking past her into the kitchen. You weren’t in the mood for her games, you just wanted to show up long enough for her to get off your case and let you go see Alex again.
“I know you weren’t at Summer’s last night,” she calls from the foyer as she comes to meet you in the kitchen.
You pull up to your house, an hour and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t home to realize you didn’t come straight home after school. To be honest, you never actually went. You spent the day in your lover’s arms, not moving from the bed except for that hour long shower you took. You close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across you face as you think of the way she touched you. You blush, thinking of the way she made you come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time you didn’t have to fake your...
Your cell phone rings, waking you from a peaceful sleep. You reluctantly climb out of bed to find it, wrapping a sheet around you and cursing whoever decided it was a good idea to call you at 5 am. Stumbling towards your phone, you smile at the blonde girl still sleeping, remembering the night before. You flip your phone open without checking the caller ID.
“Hello,” you say, your voice laced with the effects of sleep.
“Marissa Cooper,” the voice on the other end screeches. “Where the hell are you, young lady?”
You walk along the pier with her, hand in hand, as the wind blows softly. You look over at her and notice how beautiful she looks in the setting sun. You pause briefly and push a stray hair behind her ear and she pulls you in for a kiss. You still can’t believe how undeniably attracted you are to her. If you’d been asked a month ago if you’d ever hook up with a girl, it would have been an emphatic ‘no.’ But then again, a month ago, you didn’t know her as anything other than Seth’s boss and sometime girlfriend.
You wake up, blinded by the light coming in through the curtains. You don’t open your eyes because you feel arms wrapped around you and you’re scared you’d wake whoever it is. Instead, you sigh and curl up closer, trying to fall back asleep. For some reason, you feel good about yourself, even though you can’t remember where you are, because you know it’s not home. You decide you should probably figure that out, so you open your eyes a little and see the blonde hair that’s across your shoulder and smile. You know exactly where you’re at, and it makes you all warm again. You lean...