Page 22 of Doll Face

“Hey!” I splash her and laugh.

“Hey!” She giggles again and splashes me back.

“Why didn’t you think I’d do it?” I frown.

“Because I didn’t think you’d want to get caught naked by your grumpy neighbor.”

“Eh, he’d be lucky to see us like this.”

“Oh, I’m not worried. I’ve worn less for lingerie shoots.” Kenzie laughs.

“Don’t remind me.” I groan. I hate that I’m not the only one who gets to see her body, but I know I’m the only one getting it so intimately.

“Oh, you like me bringing in the dough,” she teases.

“I like you doing what you love. It’s not like I need the money from your job,” I point out.

“True. You should really let me contribute something to rent,” she complains again. It’s a common occurrence. I don’t mind paying for the place when I know she’s struggling to pay bills on her modeling contract. They don’t pay her half as much as they should.

“You contribute earth shaking orgasms.” I bite down on my bottom lip.

“Oh?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

“Yes, and you’re the only one who can deliver those for me.”

“Mmm,” she hums and swims over to me.

My back presses against the cool wall of the pool, and our chests touch. She brushes my wet, blonde hair out of my eyes and places a hand on my face. I close my eyes, leaning into her. All my worries seem to fade away as she touches me. It’s like she’s taking them all out of my body with a simple touch. I feel at ease, and I almost forget where we are. It’s just the two of us in this moment, and nothing else matters.

“I love you,” she murmurs.

“I love you too,” I say back.

It isn’t the first time we’ve said it to each other. Both of us fell into the stereotypes of lesbians moving too fast. But what can we say? We both felt it, and four years later, we’re still feeling it. It’s terrifying, loving someone as much as I love Kenzie, but I trust her with my heart. I know she’ll never do anything to hurt me. There’s an ease about us.

“We should get married,” she whispers kissing my neck.

“W-What?” I stutter. Did I hear her right?

“I love when you get that panicked look in your eyes. I said … we should get married.” She smiles and looks at me. I’m sure there’s panic running all over my face. I can’t help it. Is she being serious?

“Is this a proposal?” I ask worriedly. I don’t want things to change between us yet.

“No. When I propose, you’ll know it.” She winks. “I’m just saying, is that something you’d want?”

“I-I think so,” I admit. Maybe not yet, but it’s something I’ve thought about casually, in passing.

“It’s okay to say no.”

“No, I want to get married; we’re just so young,” I point out. We’re barely twenty-three and have our whole lives ahead of us.

“I just want even more time with you. We don’t have to get married tomorrow, just know I’m thinking about it.” Kenzie smiles.

“If I’m going to marry anyone, I want it to be you,” I admit.

“Yeah?”

“I love you more than words can describe,” I whisper. She presses her lips to mine, and I wrap my legs around her body. She holds onto me tightly and our bodies begin moving against each other’s as we kiss. Our kisses deepen as her tongue swirls around my mouth and her hands roam my chest. She takes my nipple between her fingers and plays with my other breast, kneading it in her hand. I wrap my arms around her neck and pull her in close.

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