Just Can't Keep Them Apart!

Gianna Dior opens the door and there’s Hazel Grace, suitcase in hand, grinning like she just won the lottery. They hug hard, both nineteen, the months apart suddenly nothing. Katie Morgan steps in behind them and the air shifts—her eyes lock on Hazel and neither looks away. Gianna feels the spark and immediately steers Hazel toward the spare room, voice bright and a little too loud. Movie night finds the three of them on the couch. Katie edges closer to Hazel; Gianna dives between them so fast she nearly gets sat on. She plants herself square in the middle, satisfied smile in place while Katie and Hazel stare at the floor. Bedtime comes. Katie leans in to kiss Gianna goodnight; Hazel tilts her face up for the same. Gianna cuts it short, pushing her step-mom out and shutting the door. Alone in the dark, Gianna waits until Hazel’s breathing evens out. “Oh my god, finally,” she whispers, slips from bed, and heads for the bathroom. When she returns, the sight stops her cold—Katie and Hazel tangled together, bare skin moving under soft light. Gianna’s voice cracks: she’s furious, then the truth tumbles out. She doesn’t want them apart because she wants Katie for herself. Katie and Hazel exchange one look. Hands reach for Gianna, pulling her in. Blonde and brunette bodies press close, mouths eager, the three of them finally where they’ve been heading all night.