The Messenger (A Lesbian Romance)
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It was funny. After all this feverish searching, I had no idea what I’d say. I only gazed at her, as though it would be the last time. Thankfully, she spoke first, after getting a handle on her breath.
“I told myself I wasn’t gonna chase you… “
I nodded. She seemed to be winding up to give me more of a talking-to. I didn’t know if I still deserved it at that point, but I was such a mess that it was enough just to have her attention, however briefly.
“But, if I’m being honest, I was worried I would never see you again. There’s something about you, Lucy Murphy. I see you in my head even when you’re not around. Do you know the first time I came to your office?”
I shook my head. It felt awful.
“It was almost a year ago. You came out and signed for a package. You looked like someone I knew, even if I’d never met you before. It was strange. But, every time since then, I’d gone there hoping to see you. I… I think you’re beautiful in a way I’ve never seen before.”
Inside, I was reeling. What else in my life had passed me by?
“Did I ever speak to you before this week?”, I asked, knowing full well that the answer was no. I just couldn’t believe that all this time, I could’ve had Elena but was too wrapped up in my work to have seen it. Could this have been the feeling of unease?
She shook her head, then pretended to examine the chain at her feet.
“I’m so sorry”, I said, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d cried, much less out of regret for pain I might’ve caused someone else. She shook her head again, seeming to search for something to say.
“Nah… I know I don’t make it easy. Look, I don’t know if this is a good idea or not, but, can we try one more time? I promise not to be such a sensitive flower anymore, if you promise to be a little more open minded.”
I laughed, sending my tears rolling down my face. Elena gracefully dismounted her bike and approached me. She gently placed her tough, gloved hand around the back of my neck and pulled me close to her, kissing away my tears. When she pulled away, she gave me a smile and a look that electrified me. I thought of her soft, coffee colored nipples and got the chills. We could iron out the details of what we each needed to work on, but for now, I needed to hold this girl’s naked body close to me, as soon and for as long as humanly possible.
“Can we try at your place again… right now?”
She grinned and remounted her bike.
“Race you”, she said.
KC Blake is the pen name of Lavinia Marksman, who writes the Corporate Cougar series, available here: http://tinyurl.com/mch3a6e.
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