strong. So, so strong. But she was also gentle. The way she’d
so lovingly pet her cat, chopping that chicken into such tiny
pieces. She was gentle.
I definitely have a crush on her. On my fake wife.
Emily felt her face heating up again. It got so hot that it
finally felt like it matched what was going on with her body.
She felt overheated, like the sun was at its full height, beating
down on them, and not nearly sunk in the ever-changing bed
of colors for the night.
Emily nearly groaned. She wanted to lean forward. She
wanted to touch Dani again. She wanted to kiss her. She
wanted to taste her lips, to savor them, to drink her in. To let
her know that she wasn’t so alone anymore.
The air between them shimmered, like there was a second
sun in the sky and it was right above of them, creating heat
waves like those that so often shimmered off the asphalt in the
distance. The silence stretched on between them, a chasm
Emily didn’t know how to bridge.
Suddenly, Dani leaned over and cupped Emily’s face. Her
hands were warm and dusty from the sand. She tilted Emily’s
face and her pulse turned into a frenzied thing, like a writhing
animal trapped under her skin. Her heart leaped into her throat
and the hair on the backs of her arms stood on end. What was
Dani doing?
“I don’t talk about this,” Dani said in a thick voice. “I’ve
told you more right now than I’ve ever told anyone. I realize
that I’ve barely said anything, but you don’t know me. I’m this
closed off…thing.”
“You’re not a thing,” Emily protested. “You do believe that
you deserve to be happy, don’t you? That you deserve