Girls Kissing Girls #25

Jackie woke up alone in a stranger’s bed, the sheets still warm. Sunlight cut through half-drawn curtains and gave her nothing but silence. She was trying to piece the night together when her phone rang. Her fiancé’s voice cut sharp across the line, asking why she’d gone dark for hours. She kept her tone steady, offered the usual excuses, but the words died the second Veronica stepped through the doorway with two coffees and a paper bag of croissants. Veronica smiled without a trace of hurry, set the tray down, and kissed her—slow, deep, certain. The kiss brought everything back: the velvet slide of lips, the press of full breasts against skin, the heat that had kept them tangled until dawn.