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“Yeah,” Eva admitted, giving her hand a squeeze. “We had a long overdue talk about the shit we grew up with. He’s fine with us dating—just didn’t want to get pushed out.”
“I don’t want that either,” Pixie said, swinging their arms back and forth.
When they stepped out of the hospital, the sunlight was blinding. How had all this occurred in a single morning?
“You know what kept me sane through this, though?” Pixie squeezed Eva’s hand. “You.”
“I wasn’t even here,” Eva said, tugging on her ponytail as she averted her gaze.
Pixie shook her head. “Knowing you were coming for me, that you’d be here for me no matter what. I’ve never had that.” Her eyes prickled a little, and she sucked in a shaky breath. “We’re serious, right?”
Eva arched her brow. “Are you asking if we’re girlfriends? I thought that was a given with our conversation before. I don’t casually date.”
“Good,” Pixie said, her heart thumping hard. “Because I’m in love with you, Eva Abrams.”
Eva stopped midstride across the parking lot to stare at her. Pixie wanted to commit every detail to memory—how the sun made her auburn strands glow, how her perfect lush lips opened in surprise, and how her expressive eyes communicated every ounce of her care and affection. Eva had a quiet solidness to her nature that had drawn Pixie in from the start. However, what she’d uncovered was that thedominant, bossy side, her perfectionist tendencies, and her endless curiosities had all played a part in handing over her heart.
With Eva, it’d be safe, and that was a rarity for her.
“I love you too,” Eva said, her eyes glistening. “Fuck. More than I ever thought possible.”
She dragged Pixie against the nearest car, which definitely didn’t belong to her, and pushed her against it. Eva’s lips crashed to hers, and Pixie tilted her head back in surrender. The cool door pressed into her, but she was on fire from Eva’s kiss. Eva gripped her hips, keeping her in place as she claimed her mouth with drugging kisses, sliding her tongue inside. Sparks flew up her spine, and the light exploding inside her grew so bright it rivaled the sun.
In Eva’s grasp, she felt safe, protected, and loved. Tears pricked at her eyes again as she just kissed Eva back with all her might, hoping to pour her emotions into this kiss. Already, the colors and shapes burst in her mind—splashes of green like tendrils of vine, twisting around them and binding them close together, a combustion of white and yellow lifting them up.
From the moment Eva had come into her life, her subconscious had known this woman was the right one for her, and her creativity had responded in turn.
Someone wolf-whistled behind them. “Get a room, guys,” Nolan called.
“My car!” Sloan’s voice snapped them out of their bubble.
Eva pulled away, her eyes twinkling, and Pixie burst out laughing.
“Let’s go, dove,” Eva said, grabbing her hand and tugging. “Before Sloan comes and yells at us.”
The giggles pealed out of her as they raced toward Eva’s car.
A year, hell, even six months ago, she would never have believed having a future with someone was possible. Yet falling for Eva hadproved that not only was she where she needed to be, but she’d also found the person she was meant to be with.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Abuzz lit under Eva’s skin every time she approached Whipped.
The first time, it had been due to nerves, but now, it was because of the anticipation this place summoned. Not only was Whipped place where she’d rediscovered her ability to be a Domme after her relationship crashed and burned, but it was also where she’d found a group of friends she’d never expected. The crew at Whipped were loud, in her face, and constantly hitting her up to hang out, and she loved it.
A week had passed since Pixie’s mother was admitted to the hospital, and once she’d been released from the psych ward, Eva had joined Pixie for a visit. They’d told Maisie about theirrelationship then and there, which was good because Eva planned on being around for as long as Pixie would keep her.
Pixie had called Portland and canceled the interview. She was staying, and so was Eva. She had scheduled a few apartment visits for later this week, even though she wasn’t sleeping on the couch anymore. No, ever since she and Pixie declared their relationship publicly, she had taken up residence in Pixie’s room. They hadn’t discussed arrangements though, but she refused to freeload any longer or, worse, push her way into Pixie’s condo when they’d just started dating.
She’d made the mistake of living at someone else’s house for five years, believing it was hers as well, and having it ripped out from under her feet made her wary of entering any similar circumstances.
The rainbow flag in the window of Whipped warmed her heart, and she grabbed the cool handle, yanking the door open. The scent of coffee and vanilla drifted her way at once, and she drank it in. Bright sunlight poured through the windows, enhancing the sharp lines of the red and black fixtures spread throughout. Whipped was a beautiful blend of coffee shop and kink, evident by all the details Meg had worked into it.
If she’d known a place like this existed, somewhere she could safely explore and come into her own, she would’ve moved to San Francisco years ago. Thank god she’d found it now.
Only a few people filled the seats at this time of day—she’d taken an early lunch to meet Pixie here. Her girlfriend had been catching up with Meg about the upcoming classes she was participating in and about a program to feature prominent kink artists on the walls in the dungeon.
Eva’s chest swelled with pride. She adored how active Pixie was in the kink community, and she couldn’t wait for the next Play Night or club event when they could scene together or even includeothers. While they were exclusive in who they saw and Eva was Pixie’s Domme, the idea of watching her with others and playing with multiple partners for scenes got her ridiculously hot. Pixie firmly agreed as well.