four years that she’d never even considered what it would be
like to find someone. To be a family with someone else. An
outside force, two people crashing into each other and
belonging to each other. That had been the last thing on her
mind.
And here she was, feeling it for the woman who she had
vowed to loathe. The woman she’d cursed. Her wife by law.
“Fuck,” she groaned against Giana’s neck. She’d been there
the whole time. Waiting. She hadn’t kissed her at the end. Had
she watched? The thought should have disturbed or frightened
or embarrassed Coralyn, but it didn’t. It made her throb around
Giana’s fingers, which were still inside her. “Giana, I…”
She pulled out gently. She put her hands on Coralyn’s
shoulders after, pressing her against the wall to steady her. She
waited for Coralyn to finish that sentence.
She needed to. So very badly. All it would take was a few
sentences strung together. I came to your office. I lied to you. I
stole your necklace. We don’t actually know each other, even
though now it feels like we do. I’m a bad person. I wanted to
hurt you. Now I don’t know what I want. I’m sorry. I’m so
sorry.
“I need to get back to the hospital.”
Giana was quick to mask any emotion from her face. It was
something she did, something she was good at. Did she know
that, or was it just habit? She reached down and smoothed her
fingers over Coralyn’s aching softness. So very gently. Yet
possessive. One little touch made Coralyn feel owned in a way
she had no idea was possible. She wanted more.
“Can I come with you and wait for you there? I don’t want
you to be alone. You shouldn’t be alone.”