Page 63 of Ravished By Her

Feeling raw after that conversation, I told Lacey that I had things to do and should get home. I didn’t want to leave, but I also didn’t want to overstay my welcome. We’d agreed to let things happen, but that didn’t mean that I needed to move in with her after our first date that wasn’t even a date.

I got back into my outfit from the night before and realized how much had changed in less than twenty-four hours. There were multiple messages from my sister on my phone asking how things were going and giving me extremely graphic sex advice.

I’ll be back in a little bit. Please stop sending me sex tips. It’s weird. You promised not to make things weird. I responded.

I promised not to make things weird at book club, not in general. She replied.

“Jesus Christ, Sterling,” I said under my breath.

“Everything okay?” Lacey asked as she came out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, my sister is just…being herself,” I said in explanation. Lacey smiled at me and all I wanted to do was throw her in bed and never let her leave, but I settled for giving her a quick kiss and putting my bag over my shoulder.

“Let me know you got home safe,” she said, pulling me in for a hug, completely wrapping her arms around me. I allowed myself to melt into her chest as I gave in to what I wanted for a few moments.

I leaned back first and looked up into her face.

“I’ll message you when I get back,” I told her as she gazed into my eyes like she was trying to memorize me. It was silly, really, that we were standing here acting like one of us was going off to war.

“I’ll talk to you later, princess,” she said, kissing my forehead.

“Bye, Lacey,” I said, forcing myself to take one step back from her, and then another until I made it to my car. She watched out the window as I turned on the engine and backed out of the driveway.

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“Oh my fucking god, you have to tell me everything,” Sterling said, grabbing my arm as soon as I’d walked through the door of the house and yanking me inside.

“Sterling!” I yelled as she dragged me to the couch, put both hands on my shoulders, and forced me to sit down.

“I thought you were on an adventure today,” I said, more than a little disgruntled by her manhandling.

“We went and came back,” she said. “Kai is having a girl’s night with Karissa and Ingrid. I decided to stay back and get all the dirt.” She was almost bouncing in her seat next to me, her eyes full of excitement.

“I’m going to need you to take it down about fifty notches right now,” I said, holding a hand up. At least I wasn’t still wearing my outfit from last night. I’d stopped in the van to collect myself and change before I came over.

“I’m not allowed to be happy for my sister anymore?” she asked. “Wait! Hold on.” She jumped up from the couch and ran to the kitchen.

What the fuck was going on?

“If I’m getting details, I’m gonna need snacks,” she explained as she moved around the small kitchen like a tornado. I sat and waited while she made up a snack plate and poured us both glasses of wine.

“Okay, now we can talk,” she said after she’d brought everything over and set it in front of me on the coffee table.

“Go,” Sterling said, picking up her wine and looking at me expectantly.

“You’re ridiculous,” I said.

“I know, I know, but you love me, please give me details.” She motioned for me to get talking.

As much as I enjoyed keeping things private, this was my twin, and she was the person who had thrown me in Lacey’s direction in the first place. She was asking because she loved me, so how could I be angry about that?

I told her about Lacey cooking me a beautiful dinner and how we’d started talking about hats and how I had clumsily told her I was a lesbian, which led to kissing and then other things. Sterling seemed to want details, but I kept most everything to myself, other than to tell her that Lacey and I were extremely compatible when it came to the bedroom. Very, very compatible.

But it wasn’t just the sex, as mind-blowing as it was. Lacey was dry and funny and we liked the same books and she was strong and stubborn and just…I liked her. I liked her a lot. I liked her too much.

“Can I just say that you’re glowing right now talking about her? And that you glow every time you talk about her?” she asked me as I gulped some wine to wet my dry throat. I’d done so much talking this weekend already.

“Shut up,” I told her, but she just beamed at me.

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