Page 5 of Stuck with You

I wasn’t sure what was happening, all I knew was that I was dying for her to finish what she started.

“Do you identify as bisexual? Or lesbian?”

“Neither,” I said with a shaky breath. “I only date men.”

Of course that didn’t explain why I’d reacted so strongly to that kiss.

One blonde eyebrow quirked up. “Not anymore you don’t. Not after that.”

“I, uh, that was a really nice kiss. I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

I moved forward, hoping Taylor would take my not so subtle hint. Instead she mumbled something to herself about a toaster oven and being a lesbian tutor. Before I could ask what she meant, Taylor pressed her hand against my sternum, gently pushing me away from her.

“I’ll see you at community service next week,” she said, the warmth gone from her voice now. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a reward after we’re done.”

“Huh? A reward?”

She leaned closer, vibrating a commanding energy, her expression so stern it made me shiver. Involuntarily I dropped my eyes to my lap, and she chuckled softly.

“I knew you were submissive,” she said, her voice sounding almost proud. “I think I’m going to have fun with you, Princess.”

“What does that mean?” I whispered, risking a glance upward.

Her beautiful face was completely expressionless, but her eyes flashed with amusement.

“You’ll find out. Now get the fuck out of my car, I have shit to do.”

Taylor

Much to my annoyance, I thought about Aubrey all week. The feeling of waking up with her soft curves pressed against me on that cot. The way she relaxed into my kiss in the car. The hint of pink on her cheeks when I tested her submissive tendencies.

“I thought you said she was a total bitch in high school?”

My friend April speared me with a quick look before turning her attention back to the treadmill she was running on.

“That was like fifteen years ago,” I said, feeling slightly defensive. “And to be honest, I gave as good as I got.”

“Let me get this straight,” she said. “You walk into a random bar to see some dude manhandling her. You thought she neededhelp, but when she accidentally punched you, you abandoned your rescue and attacked her. She fought back and then you both assaulted off-duty cops who were moonlighting as bouncers?”

“Yeah. I mean, it was all instinct to fight her though. The adrenaline hit and the next thing I know I’m in the back of a squad car.”

I nudged the speed on my treadmill up a little higher, eager to exorcise whatever this strange feeling was churning in my gut.

“Then you paid for her lawyer and gave her a ride back to her shitty apartment in Tukwila before kissing her?”

“That’s right.”

“The strangest shit happens to you,” she muttered as she slowed the treadmill down to a brisk walking pace.

“I have two questions. First, were you able to brush your teeth in jail?”

I snickered. “Yeah they gave us those disposable toothbrushes that already have shitty powdered toothpaste on them. It tasted disgusting but it did the job.”

“Okay so there wasn’t a bad breath thing happening, so that was good. My second question is… why are you kissing someone who’s straight? You’ve been down this road more than once my friend and it never ends well for you.”

“I don’t think she’s straight,” I replied. “She made out with a cheerleader senior year of high school.”

April jumped off her treadmill and shot me a look that clearly conveyed that I was an idiot.

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