“Giving you a kiss,” was Rachel’s (left) response.
“My mom is in the next room over!”
“She’s not going to hear us kiss. Now, what we did the other night...”
Mary was turning bright red as she slapped her girlfriend. “She might walk in!”
“Lock the door.”
“And face her wrath? No thanks.”
“Which would you rather: her find out you are a lesbian and have a smoking hot girlfriend or that you locked your door because you were ‘changing?’ Because I am going to kiss you.”
“Well...”
“Yes?”
“Go lock the door, smoking hot girlfriend.”
Rachel let out a quiet laugh. “What was that? I couldn't hear you.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“No your not,” she teased, pushing her face into Lilly’s cheek. “Cause you love me too much.”
They sat the laughing for several minutes before the brunette let out a whisper. “I love you.”
“I know.”
“That’s-”
“I love you too; however, I really want to kiss you, but you need to let go of me to reach the door.” Rather than that, she held on.
“On second thought, I kinda want my mom to meet my smoking hot girlfriend.”
