Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Her fiancée, unfortunately she didn’t remember her name,

shook her head. “No. It’s because your family doesn’t approve

of me. I’m from nothing. I’m no one.” She paused and her

eyes filled with tears. She wouldn’t let them fall. Giana

wanted to reach out and rub them away, even though she

thought that was a new sensation for her. Why should it be?

Compassion? Care? If she had a fiancée, she was a good

person , wasn’t she?

She’s a secret. Your family doesn’t know. No one knows. No.

There’s no way. Her very being rebelled at the idea. There’s no

way I love this woman and I’ve treated her like this because

she’s poor. Because my parents didn’t like her. There’s no way I

wouldn’t be strong enough to fight for her.

“Let me take you home,” she said softly. “Do you remember

where that is?”

Suddenly, Giana did know. There was an address behind her

eyes, like black type on white paper, floating out in the middle

of nowhere. “Yes. I think so.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll be okay. Can you stand up? We

shouldn’t be having this conversation in your office. You

wouldn’t like that.”

Giana had a sense of that being very correct. She didn’t like

people to see inside her. When the other woman offered her

hand, which was small, the blunt fingernails painted with pink

nail polish that was chipping away, she took it. The contact

sent a jolt through her. It made her chest hurt more than it

helped. Standing made her head pound furiously.

“Alright, let’s get you out of here.”

The woman looped her arm around Giana’s waist. She was

petite. Smaller. Had sturdy winter boots on. She was already