“Ooh! I have an idea!” Ainsley exclaimed.
“Hit me with it,” Rachel said.
Ainsley hesitated, suddenly not sure if she should have opened her big mouth when the idea had popped into her head. The last thing she wanted to do was scare Rachel off. She probably should have slept on this idea for at least a couple of days.
“Okay,” she began, “but first you have to promise me that you’ll believe me when I say that I’m only making this suggestion because I love spending time with you and not because I’m a lesbian who thinks you’re super-hot.”
Rachel laughed and also blushed, which Ainsley loved.
“I like it when you’re nervous,” Rachel said.
Now Ainsley felt herself blushing.
“Why?” she asked.
Rachel shrugged.
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s just cute.”
“Whatever,” Ainsley said, knowing her blush was increasing. She stuck out her tongue. “Anyway, you have to promise. In fact,” Ainsley held up her hand with her pinky extended. “You have to pinky promise,” she added.
Immediately, Rachel hooked her pinky with Ainsley’s.
“Pinky promise,” Rachel said solemnly, completing the time-honored ritual.
Rubbing her hands together, Ainsley said, “Okay, here’s my idea…Since we both don’t have dates for Valentine’s Day, why don’t we do, like, a friend-date together that night?”
Rachel’s eyes sparkled and she smiled broadly.
“I love it!” she exclaimed. “Yes! Let’s do it!”
“Awesome!” Ainsley clapped her hands. “We may not have real dates but at least we’ll be together having fun.”
Rachel sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. She gave Ainsley a faux-stern glare and Ainsley felt herself getting wet.
God, why does she look so fucking hot when she does that!
A fleeting image of her and Rachel role-playing in the bedroom, with Rachel as a very stern schoolteacher who was about to teach her naughty student what happens when she doesn’t study passed through Ainsley’s mind.
“Um, excuse me!” Rachel began. “I take umbrage at your classification of me as not a real date.”
Ainsley quirked her eyebrow.
“Is that so?” she asked.
Rachel nodded.
“Yep. In fact, I expect flowers!”
Ainsley felt herself getting wetter.
She also sat back in her seat and, mimicking Rachel’s posture, also crossed her arms.
“Fine,” she said. “Then I expect chocolates.”
“Fine,” Rachel declared. “You’ll get them.”
“I’d better.”