Page 101 of When I Picture You
“It’s a fact, Lo: I got this job because you were desperate, and I was there. That’s not going to happen again.” Renee closed her eyes and took a big breath. As she blew it out, she straightened up and pulled her shoulders back. “But you know what? That’s okay. We have an amazing story to tell. It’s going to make a phenomenal film. I have nothing to worry about. Right?”
“Right,” Lola assured her. Her heart raced to see Renee like this—sure of herself. Hopeful.
Renee slipped her arm around Lola’s waist, drawing them together. Renee’s green eyes looked dark gray in the low light, solemn and searching. “This is what you want, isn’t it?”
What Lola wanted most of all right then was to feel Renee against her.
“This is what I want,” Lola said.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready. I can figure something else out for the film. But I need to know.”
Lola looked up at her and pressed her hips forward. “I’m ready.”
“And that’s the truth, not what you think I want to hear?”
Lola laughed. “I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m not changing my mind.”
But her words sounded more certain than she felt.
A relieved smile crossed Renee’s face, but rapidly melted into something darker and wanting. Her hand skimmed from Lola’s waist to her ass, sending an electric shiver in its wake. Her fingers tightened against Lola’s flesh, as she leaned into Lola’s ear. “That’s my girl,” Renee whispered.
Lola gasped, as heat gathered between her legs. Lola’s body bent reflexively into Renee’s, her face upturned to beg for a kiss. But just as quickly, Renee let her go and jutted her chin toward the stage. The crowd cheered as Saint Satin’s band grabbed their instruments. Lola’s body went to ice. There were a thousand people down there.
“No one saw that, right?” she said.
“Relax, Lo. They’re not looking at us,” Renee said, as Saint Satin took the stage.
Lola wanted to believe her, although it sounded too good to be true.
My queer heart is EXPLODING, Lola and Renee at the Saint Satin show???
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