heart and the lingering pain of a failed relationship. She’d be risking a job
she actually liked. It was currently the only way she was paying her bills.
She risked more than that too. She risked other people at work finding out.
Not that she was afraid of being judged, she’d learn to live with what other
people thought and the fact that it wasn’t always kind, but she didn’t know
how Kiera would take it.
She hasn’t even told her family that her boyfriend isn’t real. Could Romi
actually trust Kiera? Kiera wasn’t expecti
ng this any more than she was. It
just happened. It took them both by surprise, but did that mean Kiera would
be brave enough to stand up for her? What about brave enough to stand up
for herself? To truly be herself?
Just one taste. Just allow yourself one small taste. You’ll regret it forever
if you don’t. Romi’s inner voice tormented her. Not every meaningful
interaction has to be a relationship. Sometimes doing what you want
because it feels good and it’s right without any expectations or strings can
be freeing.
All Romi’s protests fell away. She felt herself reaching out, cupping
Kiera’s delicate chin with her hand. She felt herself lean forward. She broke
through the hesitance and resistance, the fear and the pain. She didn’t have
far to go because they were already standing so close. She pressed her body
flush against Kiera’s and melted into her.
“Maybe, since we’re both scared, we can be scared together.” It was a
nice sentiment. Kiera’s breath was warm and minty against Romi’s cheek
and lips.
She already knew she was going to give in. Even if this was a bad
decision, it was hers to make. Whatever regrets that would come couldn’t
be as bad as this was good. If that made her weak, then Romi didn’t want to
be strong.
Her eyes slammed shut, her breath hitched, and she leaned all the way in.