Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

She reached for Coralyn, both hands extended, but Coralyn

stepped back, distressed. She held up the car keys between

them like a shield. “I just came to return the car, Giana. Mine

is fine. Really. I want to go home. To my apartment.”

It stung that she didn’t think of this house as her home. Why

would she, though? The place looked like a museum. It was

hardly warm or homey.

“Okay,” Giana whispered. “Do you—no, of course you

don’t want something to eat, but will you eat anyway? And

have a shower? I can get you a fresh change of clothes before

you go.”

Coralyn looked so angry. She walled herself off, shutting

Giana out. It felt like the roof of the house was crumbling and

was about to crush both of them. Giana reached far back into

the blackness that had appeared in her brain when she’d hit her

head, but she found nothing, as she always did. That black was

the night, so thick and uncertain and impassable. It wasn’t just

a curtain that could be brushed away to regain her former life

and everything that went with it.

Frustration clawed at Giana’s chest again, but she forced

herself to stay calm. To suck in another breath that was

supposed to be deep, but her lungs had other plans and turned

it into a wheeze.

“No. I don’t think so. I need to tell you something.” The

worst. That’s the only way Giana could describe Coralyn’s

expression. It was from bad, to worse, to just the worst.

“Okay. Do you want to sit down?”

Coralyn bit down on her bottom lip. It made something in

Giana want to kiss Coralyn, hard. To work that sweet, puffy lip

between her own teeth. To elicit moans and whimpers of pain