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How far to push things? The aim of the game was to get used to acting like a couple, after all.
Jen ignored the TV show, some programme about wealthy couples buying extravagant houses in the country, and focused on Holly’s slender limbs. Jen’s eyes traced the lines of Holly’s bent knee, the one leaning against her cushion. If she’d known how Holly’s toned calf was going to pop against the teal she would have bought them with a little more ceremony. Never in a million years did she see this happening when she’d picked them up in Tesco.
Next, she gave Holly’s straightened leg attention, the one leaning into her own, touching at every point possible. There wasn’t much Jen wouldn’t give to run a tongue up that expanse of skin.
Holly shifted, sinking harder into Jen. If this was real, she would kiss Holly’s neck about now. Nibble her ear a little. But that felt too far. Instead, she relieved Holly’s hip of her hand, moving it to brush the back of her fingers on Holly’s arm.
Holly shivered. In a good way. Jen’s body tingled, alive with the sensation, every atom of her being on high alert.
‘I didn’t have you down as liking these types of shows,’ Holly said, low and breathy.
‘I’m not really watching it, to be honest,’ Jen replied, purposely keeping her head low, speaking into Holly’s neck.
A little brazen, perhaps. But Jen’s mind was acting of its own accord now.
Holly turned, her face now millimetres from Jen’s.
The move nudged Jen’s leg and in the haze of the moment, she forgot her injury, letting it drop to the floor.
‘Suffering fuck,’ Jen yelped, her hand clutching her thigh.
‘Oh my God, was that my fault?’ Holly asked, her face falling.
‘No, no, all me.’ Jen scrunched her eyes tight, worried about the threat of tears.
Holly untangled herself, arching onto all fours then off the sofa. ‘I need to find you something to put on that.’
The loss of Holly between her legs hurt more. Jen resisted the urge to grab her on the way past, pull her back in.
‘You’ve got to have something,’ Holly insisted, opening the fridge again like they might have missed a magic delivery in the last ten minutes.
Using the sofa arm for leverage, Jen stood, ignoring Holly’s protests as she hopped to the kitchen. ‘There might be something in the bottom drawer of the freezer. Chips, I think.’ She wedged herself in the corner of the kitchen, leaning on the countertop.
Holly popped to a squat and inspected the bottom freezer drawer. ‘Chips, bingo. Let’s get you back to the sofa.’ She held her hands out, like a parent waiting for an unsteady toddler, but Jen didn’t budge.
‘I know you were joking in the park, but I think we should do it,’ Jen said, eager to get the words out before she lost the nerve. She had to know. She had to know what it would feel like. She couldn’t come this far and let the moment pass. This was once in a lifetime stuff.
‘Do what?’
‘Kiss.’
‘Really?’ Holly’s voice was nearly a squeak: surprised didn’t cover it.
Had she gone too far?Fuck.Holly was going to know this was more than acting.
Yes, she wanted to break the tension and give their fake relationship its best possible chance. But really, she wanted to see if these lingering feelings actually were something or if it was all in her head. She’d been perfectly happy for three years – why did this woman get to come in like a wrecking ball and flatten her carefully built walls? Chances were, there would be no spark and her confused head would finally get the message. She was horny, that was all. Mid-cycle. She wanted sex, and Holly was the closest lesbian. Nothing else.
‘Anything is worth a shot, right? Five grand is on the line.’ Did that sound nonchalant enough?Please say yes.
Holly placed the bag of chips on the counter as if it were as fragile as a bomb. ‘You’re one hundred per cent sure? You didn’t get a concussion, or something?’
‘Promise. Now can we hurry up and do this, before I chicken out?’ Jen was already short of breath.
‘Okay, yeah,’ Holly said, looking flustered. ‘Right; wow. Where do you want me?’
FUCK.Holly wasn’t challenging her. This was a quick turn of events. Jen’s mind felt like it was playing catch-up, watching from the outside: this couldn’t be real life.
‘Closer to me, please. I don’t want to move.’ Jen’s palms were soaked, the small of her back following hot on their heels. Any closer and Holly would surely feel how hard her heart was beating.I’ve said it now; no going back.
