Page 65 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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alright.”

“Tea? I can make us tea. Mint tea?”

I give in because mint tea is supposed to be soothing. I

do know it’s supposed to help with upset stomachs, but maybe

it helps with other upsets too. “Sure. Mint tea sounds nice.”

“Okay.”

Steph’s house is big and open. The inside is also quite

normal. Nothing stands out. It’s not ritzy or flashy. She has

normal people things. Regular furniture, an area rug, a vase

here and there, the usual clutter on the kitchen’s counter and

the island. She has no uncomfortable looking furniture or

expensive art on the walls. That doesn’t mean that it’s not

tasteful. The walls are beige and she does have bright art here

and there, just canvas reproductions, but they’re of trees and

one is of a fox with a flower crown, which is pretty. Her

furniture is micro-suede, big, fluffy, and comfy looking. From

where I’m standing, I can see both her kitchen and living room

and the staircase to the second story.

“You can sit down if you want,” Steph says nervously.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Okay.”

I slip off my shoes. I know some people don’t mind,

but it’s habit for me. I can’t say how many times I’ve tracked

mud, dirt, or one time, even dog poo, onto my apartment’s

carpet. That kind of thing makes it hard to get a damage

deposit back.

The couch is just as soft as it looks. It basically

envelops me when I sit down. It’s not hard, but it’s not

squishy. It’s smooth and kind of feels like a big old couch hug.

I just have a futon and it’s hard as a rock, so I’m immediately

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