"I think it's your turn to explain," she says, gently prodding me to speak.
I nod.
I've never liked this part.
Even if someone already knows.
It's painful
And I can't get myself to speak.
But I plow ahead anyways.
"I'm lesbian, " I say quietly.
"As you've probably guessed.
That's why it upset me so much.
A worried mind is not a rational one.
Once they figured you out,
Or once I thought they did,
I figured I was their next suspect.
Even if that wasn't true."
All is quite for a minute.
Then it happens.
She shifts her weight from the balls of her feet to her toes and leans forward,
Gently easing her lips onto mine.
A/n: The ship is sailing! The ship is sailing! (Also sorry for late update)
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Her
RomanceI love history even more today. Group projects were announced. I typically hate them, although I never do most of the work. I do what I need to do, nothing more nothing less. Today, I was paired with her. Her and one other girl, who's out sick. ...
