A Matter of Trust: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

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Morgan gave Chloë’s clit one last quick kiss before covering Chloë’s still visibly contracting center with the panties she had pulled aside and then coming up from between her legs after making Chloë come. Chloë, her skin flushed, her chest heaving and her mouth open took a few moments before she was able to open her eyes and glance at the clock.

“Told you I’d make sure you still leave in time,” Morgan gloated.

“God, Miss Banks, you…you know how to make a girl happy,” Chloë said. Eventually, she sat up and smoothed her dress. “I hate that I have to leave, but I do.”

“What time do you think you’ll be done?” Morgan asked.

“Probably seven-ish? Want me to bring something home for dinner?”

Morgan smiled. She loved hearing that word home come from Chloë’s lips. She finally learned the old joke about lesbians and U-hauling but Morgan didn’t care. Her and Chloë wanted to be together in their house, which used to be just her house. But if things went well, they wouldn’t even be staying here very long. The plan was to see how well Deja Brew did over the course of a year. Then, if things were good and the coffeeshop was on solid footing, Morgan and Chloë were going to look for another place to buy. One they would pick out together. Chloë was quite the heiress now with her trust fund having matured and Morgan still had some savings. They were hoping to find a house a bit closer to the beach and Morgan even suggested that when they did that, they could rent this current place out, keeping it as an investment property.

And Chloë had confided that she was hoping their new house would have a huge backyard and that maybe they could build another tiny house together to use as a guesthouse or even as a little hideaway for when either of them just needed some peace and quiet.

Whether all that would happen or not, Morgan didn’t care. If her and Chloë stayed in this charming house for the next ten years, that would be fine. The only thing that mattered was the person who would be under the roof with her, not the roof itself.

Before Chloë had a chance to get up and get ready to leave, Morgan snuggled up to her.

“I love you, Miss Marchand,” she said.

Chloë smiled that breathtaking smile.

“I love you too, Miss Banks.”

THE END