We’re ladies! We’re smart; we’re complex—all of one’s relations include nuanced.
“I like you….a great deal,” the item of my personal obsession quietly muttered for me after using an enormous slug of their white drink. “But we can’t feel together. I Believe we must you should be company,”
My personal heart dropped on the club floors and made a deafening proverbial BANG noises since it hit metallic floor.
“What? The reason why?” I yelped.
I had been the throes of a two-week, extremely lesbian, dreamy, whirlwind, rapid-fire romances with a lovely fashion designer known as Lee.* From the moment we came across both on a rainy, booze-fueled Fourth-of-July week-end, we were extremely addicted to both.
For precisely fortnight directly we’d become asleep with our system completely connected, gazing into each other’s eyes for hours and long periods of time, passionately tracing the shape of every other’s particular face with shaking fingertips and hot breathing. Lire la suite