Page 54 of sWitch

“I like doing it, but you’re right. I should probably be undressing you instead…”

“Mmm,” she hummed into my kiss. “Let’s make our avatars scissor.”

I laughed, pulling her waist close. “No, I think I forgot how. You need to show me first.”

“Okay—“

A knock at the door interrupted. I pulled Fauna closer and mumbled through our kisses, “Ignore it.”

“No,” she objected, pulling away despite my grumbles and answering the incessant noise.

Four obnoxious cock-blocks filtered in, holding pizza boxes and six packs of beers. “Why are you looking at us like that?” Rollo asked, setting the pizzas on the table. “It’s game night.”

“I do not recall agreeing to make all-nighter game nights a regular thing.”

Fauna giggled. “Why not? Sounds fun to me.”

Joss opened a beer for herself, Len, and Trevor. “We’re addicted to the rush of PRG battles now. What other games are Prue and Chet playing? Let’s find them and kick their asses.”

“Yes,” Rollo cheered as Fauna laughed. “We can troll them every weekend. How special is that?”

Trevor clinked his beer bottle with mine. “I’m down for that.”

I stole my brother’s girlfriend, and she, in turn, stole my heart. Together, we built a family of our own making.

Player one found her player two.

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FINAL LEVEL

ENGAGE

One yearlater

I know what you’re thinking: a one year later epilogue? They’re making major life decisions after only one year together? Let me remind you, I’m a lesbian, so one year for us sapphics equals fifty years in straight-people time. I know what I want, so why wait?

Fauna wanted to finish her university classes before she’d let me pop the question. I wasn’t sure why that mattered, but I respected her wishes. Her last class was approximately…twelve minutes ago, and I’d been planning the proposal for months. My tattoo shop quickly promoted me from junior to lead piercer. They’d even let me do a few tattoos on folks, too.

When I’d pulled up to my apartment building, Mary Jane’s kids, Max and Chloe, were playing basketball in the street with some neighbors. I waved hello and found Trevor in his suit and tie, spreading peanut butter on bread in the kitchen.

“Babysitting?” I asked. “They’re coming later, right?”

My twin checked his Rolex watch. “We wouldn’t miss it. Fauna still has no idea, huh?”

“Not a clue. She emailed me to remind me to feed the cats and asked if we could watch Howl’s Moving Castle tonight.”

“Dammit, Chloe wanted grape jelly, and all we have is strawberry.”

I rifled through the pantry and found a bag of chips and scattered them on the kids’ plates. “You’re cute in future-stepdad mode. Speaking of Dad, how’s it going learning the family business? You sure look the part.”

Trevor leveled me with an annoyed stare. “You’re disappointed, I know. But I’d like to get married sometime soon too. A salary isn’t as sexy as being a famous drummer, but we don’t all have musical talent.”

After stealing a potato chip, I raised my hands. “Didn’t say a word.” I coughed, “Sellout.”

“Listen, as much as I appreciate you taking time out of your special day to heckle me, don’t you have a grand and nerdy proposal to enact?” Trev picked up the plates. “Also…we should get lunch. Tuesday work for you?”

A snicker accompanied my eye roll. “Sure, pencil me in for a lunch. Let your secretary know.”

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