Rekindling

Karla hadn't seen Jill in more than a decade. They were barely teenagers when their parents started fucking. They tried to share a room. They hated every second of it. Eventually they stopped trying. When Jill messaged her on Instagram, Karla almost deleted it. Now the door's open and she's staring. Jill looks older. Prettier. Something tight twists in Karla's stomach. They start talking on the couch and don't stop. Glasses empty and refill. Knees knock. Jill's laugh gets lower, rougher. Karla watches the way her mouth moves around the rim of the glass. Then Jill leans in. Karla meets her halfway. The kiss is wet, open, hungry. Months of unsaid shit melt fast under tongues and teeth. Jill's hand slips under the hem of Karla's shirt. She isn't nervous anymore. Neither is Karla.