Page 111 of Spicy Sapphic Christmas

That voice.

Bunny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It shuddered, warm and wet, over her lips as she breathed out.

She wasn’t imagining things, was she?

Then again, of course she would come to support her sister. Bunny should have figured that out already. If Piper was doing a solo performance, Bunny would be right there in the audience too. She flicked her gaze to Piper, wondering if Piper could read the discomfort in her body before she had managed to mask most of it.

Spinning on her toes, Bunny locked her eyes on the stunning, curvy woman standing right in front of her.

“Bea.” Bunny smiled. This smile was wider than her usualBunny the Performersmile, even though it still remained a weak imitation of Jo and Piper’s. She didn’t have it in her to try and fake not being hurt anymore.

“What do you think?” Bea flourished her hands and traced the outline of her body, not quite touching the clothes she wore.

Bunny’s mouth dried instantly with the explicit permission to stare at the beautiful woman in front of her. Her eyes widened, following those hands, those wriggling fingers as they moved down to her thighs, and then back up to her shoulders.

“We’re just going to check that the water bottles are stocked up.” Piper rushed out her words.

Bunny forced her eyes away from the vision that was Bea and watched as Piper and Jo bounced off in the entirely wrong direction from where the water bottles were stocked.

Bunny chuckled. At least they tried to make their escape a little subtle.

“Have they finally admitted that they’re not faking the relationship?” Bea scooted in a little closer to Bunny, the warmth of her body pressing into Bunny’s icy skin.

“No.” Bunny shook her head, rolling up on her toes and back to her heels. “Well, at least not that I’ve heard.”

“They’ll figure it out soon enough.” Bea’s eyes twinkled and locked on to Bunny’s.

The intensity made Bunny’s chest hurt. Seeing Bea filled her with bittersweet feelings. But being so close and not being able to hold her, to wrap her arms around her and breathe in everything that was Bea, was an intense level of pain Bunny didn’t quite know how to deal with. She’d thought she’d left that all back at the club the last time they’d seen each other, but she hadn’t. She’d never been more wrong before.

“So, what do you think?” Bea’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper, and she slipped in even closer to Bunny.

“Think?” Bunny blinked. Had she been so caught up in staring into those eyes that she had missed something?

“Bunny.” Bea laughed and the sound was music Bunny could fall asleep to every night.

Bunny felt her cheeks flush and wondered how people did this—falling in love and feeling all of these feelings all the time. She pulled her eyes away from Bea’s, looking up.

“What’s in your hair?” Bunny took a half-step forward, hand reaching up as though to touch those beautiful locks, curled and set perfectly just like the rest of them.

Bunny stepped back and stared at Bea.

“Oh, it’s just a clip that I put in to represent. What do you think?” Bea gently patted her hair and the very subtle clip with a rainbow delicately painted into it.

But Bunny was no longer looking at Bea’s hair. She was finally looking at Bea, all of Bea.

She had been so intent on watching those fingers as they outlined Bea’s delicious body she hadn’t truly taken in just what Bea had been wearing. The subdued rainbow colors that matched the costumes perfectly, the pantsuit that she was supposed to wear when she’d still been joining in the concert.

“Bea?” Bunny asked, her voice a raspy whisper.

The show was about to start and suddenly she had no voice. That couldn’t be a good thing, but Bunny didn’t feel the same urgency about the charity event as she had just moments ago.

“Yes?” That knowing smile hadn’t left her lips since she’d stepped into Bunny’s presence, and Bunny knew immediately she had missed the biggest hint of all.

“You’re here? Really and truly here?” Bunny grabbed Bea’s elbow, not to keep Bea in place but to keep herself steady while her knees turned to jelly.

“I’d like to be.” Bea canted her head to the side, that smile faltering slightly.

“But?”

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