Page 172 of That One Night in Vegas: A Lesbian Romance
have wanted to bury her fingers in that tangled hair to muss it
further.
She still wanted to kiss away the shadows lingering under
Cassia’s eyes. They were dead flat, closed off because Cassia
was already preparing herself for the hurt she felt was
imminent.
Adalynn wished she could have talked to Cassia last night.
She wished she could have immediately reassured her, but
she’d spent all night battling with herself.
She would talk to her now. She would do her very best to
make things right the same way she’d started with that video.
“Eggs?” Adalynn slid the pan off the burner. She got out
two plates and piled them both with eggs that were somehow
burnt and runny at the same time. It was her usual morning
specialty.
“Uh, thanks.” Cassia sat down at the table when Adalynn
set the plates there. She poured coffee and put two mugs on
the table. She even got out orange juice too. She wasn’t sure
she could eat anything as her stomach tightly clenched, and
not from hunger.
Before Cassia could say anything, Adalynn set her phone on
the table between them. Adalynn felt the tension, but she also
felt the bubble of hope that crept into her chest, painful but
gloriously wonderful too.
“I know I can’t really ask anything of you, but would you
watch something if I put it on for you?”
Cassia’s eyes flicked up. She was puzzled at the change in
Adalynn. It was weird to ask her to watch a video on her
phone the morning after they’d basically had a serious break
the night before. Not that they were broken. Yet. Adalynn
