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“That doesn’t feel fleeting, does it?” I shook my head, unable to speak. The kiss had spoken volumes, a language far more eloquent than any words. It was a language of understanding, of shared desires, of a connection that transcended social boundaries. He took my hand in his, his fingers intertwining with mine. “We’ll figure this out, Annalisa,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. “Together.” A shaky smile tugged at the corners of my lips. Maybe he was right. Maybe, just maybe, our love could weather the storm of societal disapproval. The path ahead wouldn’t be easy, but with Adrian by my side, I was ready to face it.

She felt like screaming. "Are you so sure of your sexual abilities that you thought you could come here and separate Hayden and Natalia? With one look at them, anyone can see that they only have eyes for each other. I don't get women like you. Why would you want to destroy someone else's happiness?" Krista couldn't keep quiet any longer. Women like Sofia made her sick. To think they had the right to someone else's man because of a delusion they had. She felt like scratching the snake's eyes out. She saw both Natalia and Hayden chuckling.

A single tear escaped and trailed down my cheek as he wiped it away with his thumb I stood on my tiptoes and slam my lips to his in a kiss to show that I believe him. I pull away only to say, “I forgive you.” Then kissed him again as he holds me tight against him. We break apart as we hear a woman say, “There you are Liam, I have not heard from you in days.” “Elaina.” He turns towards her but keeps his arm around me. “Let me introduce you to my Luna and your new Queen, Krystal Walters. Krystal, this is a long-time friend of mine, Elaina Morgan.” “Oh, You’re Majesty,” Elaina says bowing.

Normally, Rachel would not have paid any attention, but something inside her had shifted since she crossed the line with Kristen. She imagined what it would feel like to kiss the girl, to run her tongue along her collarbone, to unbutton that blouse and explore the body underneath. The thought made her thighs tense. Kristen leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear. “She’s very pretty, isn’t she? I noticed her too. Wouldn’t it be so damn sexy to have a threesome with her?” Rachel gave her a sharp look, though her mouth twitched with amusement. “Behave yourself, Kristen. Not every woman you see is a lesbian.”

She would pick it up with her fork but drop it again to attend to another thing on the laptop. It was an annoying sequence from Kristina at the table. I wondered how she had degenerated in her ways to the point of not paying attention to anything other than work as I pondered over Kristina’s recent queerness in everything. She had consistently rejected sex, ate like a beggar, and worked like a mule.