I Love You Too

They used to be glued together. Best friends since forever. Then Abella blew it. Her crush on Kenzie got too big and she freaked out, pushing the girl away. The space she created felt worse than any confession ever could. So Abella does the only thing left: she calls Kenzie over. They sit on the edge of the bed, knees almost touching. Kenzie's T-shirt says "Lesbi-honest." Abella almost laughs. Kenzie doesn't. "Things got weird," Kenzie says quietly. "I noticed you looking. For a long time." She shrugs like it isn't a big deal. "You're the first person I think about when anything happens. Good or bad." Her fingers twist the hem of her shirt. "I love you. I don't want to lose you. And if I'm going to try this with anybody, it's you." Abella's brain shorts out. Kenzie keeps talking. "We're in college. We're supposed to figure this shit out now, right?" First it's mouths. Slow. Careful. Then hands slide under fabric, cupping warm breasts, thumbs brushing stiff nipples through thin cotton. Kenzie gasps into Abella's mouth. Abella drinks the sound like she's been thirsty for years. Their shirts come off. Skin meets skin. Heat builds fast between them, hips rocking together without either one planning it. Kenzie tastes like sugar and nerves. Abella tastes like relief and hunger. Clothes keep disappearing. Fingers map new territory. Tongues follow. The bed creaks under them, and somewhere in the tangle of legs and soft curses, they remember they were friends first. That friendship turns molten now, every touch answering a question neither girl had dared to ask until tonight.