Page 52 of Becoming
It was a little difficult to shuffle your feet when holding someone in your arms. “Um, yeah. I couldn’t get you out of my head, so I painted this. But as the days went on, I—I couldn’t keep coming home and seeing your face every day. Sorry.”
Rebecca kissed Cassidy’s pouting lips. “Don’t be sorry, baby. You’ll make up for it in the bedroom,” she winked.
Cass smirked. “Yes, Mistress.” She started towards the stairs, then stopped. “Oh, um, I guess it’s my turn to say something before I start making it up to you.”
“Okay?”
“I bumped into Rand earlier. She surprised me by showing up at my job site. Anyway, I sorta told her that we could have lunch sometime next week. You, me, Rand, and Connor.”
“This is really happening, huh? We’re coming out to everyone as a couple.”
“Seems like it. Is that okay?”
Rebecca kissed her lover again. “Totally. One more thing, Cassidy.”
“Make it quick, baby. My arms are getting a little tired and I have a lot of things to do to you.”
“I love you, too.”
REBECCA YAWNED. “GODDAMN it, wake up!” She patted her cheeks and contemplated yet another cup of coffee. Knowing that would just accelerate her already stimulated nervous system, she decided against it.
She was cranky. Which didn’t bode well for her employees at the club. Unfortunately, due to her crankiness, she had already snapped at the bartender for asking a simple, yet fair question. Hell, it wasn’t their fault that she didn’t get much sleep the night before. Just as it wasn’t Cassidy’s fault when Rebecca snapped at her this morning.
It was Rebecca’s damn body’s fault. Ever since Cassidy actually said the words “I love you” a few nights ago, Rebecca had been feeling off. She didn’t understand it. She loved Cassidy. Loved being loved by her. So, why couldn’t she sleep? Why did her body…
Rebecca yawned, again. “Ugh!” She opened her laptop and let the melodic sound of Skype making a call soothe her for a moment. The sound disappeared as the call was accepted.
“Well, this is a surprise. Oh!”
“Hey, Aunt Wills.”
“Mistress,” Willamena said carefully.
Rebecca frowned. Then she remembered she was in her office and had her mask on. “Sorry,” she muttered, pulling the long white ribbon to untie the mask. Before removing it, she got up and locked her office door. “I forgot that was on,” Rebecca said when she sat back down.
“Is everything okay?” Willamena asked, deciding to not dwell on the mask. For now. “You usually call later in the week. How are things with Cass?”
Rebecca knew that her aunt still felt guilty about not knowing what Samantha was doing. Maybe she would always feel that way, but Rebecca couldn’t allow her to think Cassidy could be anything like Samantha.
“Things are wonderful. Cassidy is wonderful. It’s almost unbelievable how she treats me. Like I’m a queen, Aunt Wills. She loves me. And, I love her.”
“Good. I’m sorry, Becca. I know you don’t understand…”
“I do, Aunt Wills. But, you have nothing to worry about with Cassidy. I promised you all those years ago that I would come to you if something happened. That still stands today.”
Willamena studied her niece in silence. “Very well,” she said finally. “I like Cass, Rebecca. I really do. I know I had my doubts at the beginning because of the age difference, but from my talks with her, and seeing how she treats you—even via this high-tech stuff you insist on—I like her for you. If I ask questions like that, it’s because of my own insecurities.”
If Rebecca thought it would help, she would tell her aunt to let go of those feelings of guilt. Of course, she would be a hypocrite since apparently, she couldn’t let go of the past herself.
“Becca?”
Aunt Wills’s soothing voice cut through Rebecca’s foggy thoughts. “Hmm?”
“Where did you go just then?”
Rebecca blinked. “I, um.” She sighed. “I think I’m going insane,” she blurted out.
Willamena raised a brow. “Well, that’s quite the diagnosis. Why don’t you tell me your symptoms? See, I am a licensed psychiatrist and will be able to tell you if your WebMD diagnosis is correct.”