Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

papers were signed, they’d be filed because that’s what

Coralyn had asked her to do, and their marriage would be no

more. Even still, Coralyn wasn’t obligated to see her. If this

was the last time that she was with her…

No. She needed to make sure it wasn’t the last time.

“Actually, I do know.” She was grasping at words that evaded

her. “That’s the problem, I think. It’s harder to know what you

want than to not know. It’s harder to be kind and to feel things

than it is to shut them out and be numb and turn to ice.” She

allowed herself, just for a second, to be vulnerable and for

Coralyn to see that, before she slammed on her usual mask,

but then she caught herself and changed her mind and

rearranged her features into something softer, more placid. “It

only seems easier to be the other way, not harder, when I’m

with you. You’re pretty much the only time that makes sense.

When I’m with you.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

She wanted to press their mouths together and help Coralyn

understand. Help herself understand. She wanted to paint the

words on her skin, to breathe them against Coralyn’s lips. “I

don’t know, Coralyn. I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. Yes,

me. Giana Thompson, the woman who has it all. The woman

who is on top of the world, a man’s world. The powerful,

award-winning blah, blah, blah Giana Thompson.

I felt like I didn’t truly belong anywhere. Not to anyone. I

made it that way, but that was my life too, before I ever

consciously made that decision. My parents didn’t claim me

&nbs

p; after my sister died. My brother left. The friends I had drifted

away. I wasn’t able to get close to anyone after Heather died.