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Lola was both in her body and not. She felt the sticky seat beneathher legs and the pulsing between them. She felt the humid air and the warmth still on her skin. But she also felt herself zooming out, understanding that this moment was a major turning point, that when she’d look back on this time, she would remember this conversation at this bar with absolute clarity. There was abeforethis conversation and anafter, and for a few seconds, Lola let herself luxuriate in the in-between moment. Everything was about to change.

Aly put a hand on Lola’s knee. Warmth radiated up her leg.

She was glad she’d worn this dress, the material thin.

Lola wanted to say it back, to tell Aly how she’d dominated Lola’s thoughts every moment since they’d met, but she couldn’t. There was only one thing shecoulddo, and that was slide off her barstool and take a step forward so that she was standing between Aly’s knees.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” she said.

Aly replied solemnly, “I know.”

When their lips met, Lola forgot to be nervous that it was her first kiss with a girl. She forgot to worry if her breath was bad. She forgot that there were people in the bar who could see them. If someone had asked her name, she wouldn’t have been able to say it.

Everything in the universe was Aly’s soft mouth, her hands in Lola’s hair, and the smell of her skin.

When Lola pulled away, Aly’s eyes were soft and unfocused.

“Will you take me home?” Lola asked.

Instead of answering, Aly grabbed her by the hand and nearly sprinted out the door.

Chapter 10

Aly had Lola up against the wall.

They had barely made it inside Aly’s house. For the entire car ride, Aly’s hand had gripped Lola’s inner thigh, and at red lights, Aly had grabbed Lola’s face and kissed her for so long that cars behind them started to honk.

The more Lola tasted of Aly, the more she wanted.

Aly’s Double Chocolate Prada loafers had a bit of a platform to them, so when Lola kicked her espadrilles off in the foyer, they were the exact same height. When Aly’s body pressed into hers against the wall, everything lined up. Their hips. Their chests. Their mouths.

Their pussies, Lola thought, blushing.

Hers in particular was feeling very…active. Desperate to join the party. Without thinking, she shifted so that Aly’s leg was between hers and vice versa. Aly ground down into her thigh, just like in her fantasy, and let out a groan into Lola’s mouth.

In response, Lola bit Aly’s lower lip.

After everything that had happened between them—the article, the fallout, the cut on Lola’s foot, theweeksof snarling at each other—she couldn’t believe they were here. Doing this. Not in Lola’s head while she touched herself alone in bed but in real life.

Aly pulled away from her and started kissing her neck.

Trouble, Lola thought.

She had no control once someone went for her neck.

Aly’s hands slowly made their way up Lola’s stomach until she was cupping Lola’s breasts over the soft jersey of her dress. Aly’s fingers found her nipples and grazed them lightly. Lola’s breath caught in her throat, and Aly paused, noting the reaction, relishing it. Aly rolled them between her fingers. And then she clamped down and gave them a tug.

The noise that came out of Lola was unrecognizable to her. Almost a squeal, she realized with embarrassment.

But it made Aly grin.

“Kiss me,” Lola panted, and Aly brought her mouth back to hers. She kept her hands on Lola’s breasts, with Lola’s nipples held tight between her fingers.

Lola wondered if now would be the time for her to touchAly’sboobs.

She certainly wanted to. But did Aly want her to? What did Aly want from her in general? Could Aly tell that this was her first time with another woman?

Was she judging her?

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