Kelsey nodded, her eyes on Theresa, and Chris turned to follow her gaze.
“Oh,” Chris said, drawing the word out so it had three long syllables. “A date. I see.”
“Wanna go?” Kelsey asked, her eyes on Theresa. “Game night at Hannah’s?” She raised her eyebrows, waiting. “Totally your call.” She did her best not to let her eyes wander, not to let them roam over Theresa’s body, down those long, shapely legs, not to flash back to an hour ago when that body was under hers, fingers digging into Kelsey’s back, hips moving to Kelsey’s rhythm...
“I think it sounds fun.” Theresa gave one nod of agreement, and Kelsey’s grin grew wide.
“Awesome,” Chris said as she slapped her jeans-clad thighs and stood. “Eight o’clock. Bring beer.” She glanced at her watch. “That should leave you time to get another round in...” She winked at Kelsey and dodged the playful slap, and then she was out the door, her chuckle echoing in the hall even after Kelsey had closed the door after her.
Kelsey felt the heat from Theresa’s body before she felt her press against her back. Her arms came around the front and crossed at Kelsey’s stomach, her lips near Kelsey’s ear, and they stood that way for a long moment, Theresa holding Kelsey, Kelsey basking in the warmth and joy of being held so tenderly.
“You ready for this?” Theresa asked quietly. “Hannah might be less than receptive.”
Kelsey shrugged. “I think she’ll be fine. She and Chris seem to be moving forward. Slowly.”
“So slowly,” Theresa said with a gentle laugh.
“I think it’s working for them.”
“It’s not like we can be critical. We obviously have no idea what slowly means.”
“We so do not.”
They laughed together, and Kelsey wrapped her arms over Theresa’s, pulling her even more tightly against her back.
“You know what we do know, though?” she asked.
“Tell me.” Theresa set her chin on Kelsey’s shoulder.
“We know what matters most.”
She could feel Theresa’s smile against her skin as she responded, “We do.”
Kelsey squeezed, then turned in Theresa’s arms, kissed her tenderly. “Now, let’s get dressed. I feel a win in Taboo coming on.”
Unable to dodge the slap to her behind from Theresa, Kelsey giggled as she padded back to the bedroom feeling happier and more content than she could ever remember feeling in her life. Not with Janice. Not at Common Scents. But here. Now. With Theresa.
This is what matters most.
THE END
By Georgia Beers
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Zero Visibility
A Little Bit of Spice
Rescued Heart
Run to You
Dare to Stay
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