Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
she said, not looking away.
That hit too close to home, because that was exactly how I had been looking at her. My head spun. “Okay,” I said, lost.
“Well, you like girls,” she said lightly. “You want them, get turned on by them, sleep with them.”
“I’m a lesbian,” I said, confused.
She sighed. “I know. I just mean that when you look at me like that, it feels good. It feels real. Thank you,” she said softly, leaning into me.