The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

Steph stops abruptly as a car pulls out beside us and

just about runs us over. She reacts fast, grabbing my arm and

tugging me to the side. Blocking me with her body.

I’ve never had anyone just about get run over to save

my ass.

The car isn’t really close. The guy sees us at the last

second, swerves, and waves with a chagrined expression on

his face to apologize for just about flattening us.

“Holy,” Steph mutters. She stands on her tiptoes and

looks all around. It’s dark. The car is dark. There are a ton of

other cars trying to get out. Driving all over the place. Their

headlights sweep over us, but it’s not enough light to find the

car.

“I can’t remember where I parked. I was so excited

about getting inside that I didn’t even look to see if there was a

lamp post or a sign or something that had a letter or number.”

“Me either.”

“I always do this. I always lose my car. I go in for

groceries at the tiniest store, and I still lose my car.”

“I do it too.”

Steph fishes her keys out of her purse. She grins at me

deviously. “Should I press the panic button? That would

probably help us find it in a hurry.”

I’m about to protest, but when she presses a button, I

can tell it was the lock-button. The headlights blink and the car

chirps.

“Oh! There!” Steph points and lets out a little squeal of

delight.

Her hand reaches for mine automatically. I gulp when

her fingers knit together with mine. It feels natural. Maybe