Her Reluctant Wife: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

Coralyn opened the door and Giana followed. She was

being allowed into Coralyn’s personal space, into her home,

into her life. She wasn’t reading too much into the gesture. It

was real. She walked in and sat down on the faded floral

couch. The apartment was mostly empty, hardly any furniture.

The only art on the walls wasn’t art at all, but framed family

photos. The most precious things. Things that couldn’t be sold.

Giana punched in an email and Coralyn made her call. Such

simple things, yet they were reshaping their whole lives. Their

worlds were being remodelled, bent and reformed around

them. Coralyn started moving around the small kitchen after,

in view by a doorway from the living room. It was so intimate

that Giana’s lungs trapped all the stale air inside and refused to

let it out.

She finally stood up and leaned in the kitchen doorway.

Coralyn cracked eggs into a pan. She angled slightly and took

a chance on the questions in her gaze. “I had a lifetime before

my parents were taken away. Not long enough, but I had so

many good memories. Do you ever feel like that? About your

sister?”

The memories were often too painful, so Giana hadn’t

properly allowed herself access to them in a long time. “I do,”

she whispered, throat raw and tears in her eyes.

“Will you tell me about them?” Coralyn grabbed a spatula

from a ceramic cannister by the stove with a bunch of other

cooking utensils. The appliances were old and worn out, but

the stove worked by some miracle, and those eggs actually

smelled good. Giana’s sudden hunger was as surprising as her

desire to tell Coralyn the thousand thoughts that popped into

her mind, a tsunami of memory bursting through the careful