Page 52 of Unforgettable You

Nothing like this. Reid was so gentle with me. Starting slowly with little teasing touches before moving on to deeper strokes that had me reeling. I was so overwhelmed at first that I couldn’t even respond to her, but then I couldn’t stop. Her tongue didn’t get to be the only one who got to play.

Reid seemed to sense that I wanted to explore, so she pulled back, as if giving me permission. Now it was my chance to do as I pleased, and I did. All of it.

She tasted so good and her breath was warm against my face as her fingers dug into me and yanked me closer.

If there was an award for the perfect kiss, we would have won in a landslide, at least from my perspective.

That nasty voice that ruined everything whispered that I was kissing her too much and I should probably stop.

Crap.

Reid leaned back and my eyes flew open.

“What happened, Soph? Where did you go?” Her fingers brushed the side of my face and she stayed close to me.

“I’m sorry,” I said, because that was my kneejerk impulse. “I didn’t want to kiss you too much. You’re being so nice to me, letting me do this and I didn’t want to push you.”

Reid studied my face and then gave me one of those real smiles that I treasured.

“Sophie,” she said, her voice so gentle. “I’m not kissing you to be nice to you.”

“You’re not?” I asked.

Reid chuckled. “No. If I was a better person, I wouldn’t have kissed you at all.”

“What?” I didn’t understand what she was saying to me. “I don’t get it.”

Reid let out a groan and then pressed her forehead to mine.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?”

This was getting out of hand. “Say what? Reid, what’s going on?”

Reid took a step away from me and looked up at the ceiling as if the answers would be written up there.

“You came to me asking for help. A sapphic dating mentorship situation. For me to be your lesbian jedi master. And I didn’t think it would be a problem. You’re the younger sister of the woman who wrecked my life. There was no way I would feel any way but platonically about you.”

She finally met my eyes.

There was definitely something she wasn’t saying, and I was trying not to get my hopes up about it.

“But?” I finally asked, hoping to prod her into an admission.

Reid let out a little laugh. “But… I think, I mean, I do, maybe, kind of have a teeny tiny sort of crush. Very small.”

She held up her hand, her fingers about an inch apart. “It’s so small. Barely measurable.”

I suppressed a laugh. “Let me get this straight. You have a crush on me?”

“First of all, I’m not straight, and second, I don’t even think I’d classify it as a crush. It’s more…an interest?”

That did make me laugh. I’d never seen her like this, and it was absolutely hilarious. And adorable.

“Reid, are you trying to say that you like me?” I asked, mentally crossing my fingers that the answer was yes. Because if Reid liked me and I liked her, then all that kissing hadn’t been one-sided. She had felt something too.

“Aw, fuck,” Reid said, throwing her head back. “I knew this was going to be a disaster. I knew it. Why do I make terrible decisions?”

“Reid,” I said, stepping close and putting my hands on her shoulders to get her attention.