Page 37 of Frozen Hearts

Mel grabbed her jacket, knowing she was likely to get cold in the theater hall. WaterColor didn’t have a huge theater scene. But there was a local theater that brought in big shows. Mel wasn’t completely sure that she knew what they were saying. She knew it was something by Shakespeare, but outside of that she couldn’t be sure. The theater was surprisingly busy.

“Okay. What show are we seeing?” Mel laughed.

“Macbeth. Don’t worry I got us a private box,” Willow said nonchalantly. Mel felt herself grow strangely dazzled.

“A private box?” Mel asked.

“I don’t want to have to share you with all of these people,” Willow smirked.

An attendant led them to a private box seating. There wasn’t much that kept it private other than a velvet curtain. Mel glanced around enthralled by the setting. For a town without much of a theater scene, the place was pretty ornate. The lights dimmed and the curtain behind them was drawn. They were alone. As the first actors came to the stage Mel grasped Willow’s hand in her own. She watched as the scene in front of her unfolded.

Willow allowed her hand to slide over Mel’s hand until it rested on her thigh. Mel felt a rising heat under Willow’s touch. Willow’s thumb brushed slow circles along Mel’s thigh. Melswallowed hard. How was she supposed to pay attention to the show with Willow pushing all of her buttons? Mel let her eyes slide over to Willow and caught the woman smirking. She huffed realizing Willow’s intention. Mel covered her lap with her jacket and sighed as Willow’s hand moved past her thighs and closer to her core. Mel felt her whole body tighten with anticipation.

Willow’s hand slid under her dress. Mel allowed herself to sigh deeply, the noise gratefully drowned out by the production. Willow’s thumb drew slow small circles over her underwear. Mel took in a deep breath as she reached her own hand over to Willow, sliding it beneath her dress.

She glanced over and saw Willow’s lips part in a gasp. Their hands kept rhythm with each other until Mel’s body exploded with an orgasm. She managed to swallow her moans. Willow’s orgasm wasn’t far behind her. Mel watched as Willow’s head leaned back against the headrest, an expression of pure bliss hung across Willow’s face.

“We should come to the theater more often,” Mel teased.

“I agree this place is really starting to grow on me,” Willow laughed.

They remained focused on the show for the rest of the production. Once they got back to the car Willow leaned in and gave Mel a kiss on the cheek.

“I had a great time with you tonight,” Willow whispered.

“Me, too,” Mel managed to respond.

As they drove home Mel had a thousand questions rushing through her mind. When she finally landed on one Mel tried to bring it up as coolly as possible.

“I hope this is okay to ask…” Mel began.

“You can always ask me anything,” Willow brightened.

“I’m not sure how you define us in your head. But I was wondering if you were interested in being my girlfriend?” Mel asked. Her face heated to a deep shade of red.

“I would like that too,” Willow admitted.

Mel felt her heart soar in her chest. She looked out the window, suddenly very excited by the process they had managed to undergo in just one night. Mel was glad they were making the shift. There was no one else in her life that even began to approach the seriousness.

Later, as they lay in Mel’s bed together she felt the urge to ask all the questions she’d held back. Her biggest fear was finding out that she was more invested than Willow. But the time had come. Mel lay with her head on Willow’s chest as thewoman played with her hair. The moment too intimate for Mel to consider it casual.

“Can I ask you a question?” Mel asked.

“You just did ask me a question,” Willow mused.

“It’s about something serious,” Mel said. She felt Willow straighten underneath her.

“You can always ask me anything,” Willow answered.

“Where do you see this thing between us going? Is this serious for you? Because I’m already developing strong feelings.” The words came out far more rambling than Mel would have preferred.

Willow was quiet for a long time. Mel wondered if she should make a joke to deflect from the unease she felt. But Willow cleared her throat.

“I’m developing strong feelings, too. What do you want this to be?” Willow posed the question in such a simple way that it caught Mel off guard.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” It sounded strange even in Mel’s ears, but there was the truth of it.

“Then I guess we’re girlfriends,” Willow smiled down at her.

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