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Holly‘s eyes trailed over the contents of the open hamper on Jen’s coffee table as her host grabbed plates from the kitchen.
She’d not had time to fully appreciate Jen’s flat the last time she was here, her mind distracted by other matters. It was boxy, no denying it, but Jen’s taste in decor made it light and airy. The living room-kitchen combo was decorated in light greys with tasteful pops of colour and wood. It had a Scandi-lilt to it. Holly very much approved.
She poked at the cheese in the hamper, interested to see what was on offer tonight. Brie. Cheddar. Havarti. Nice.
Her mind wasn’t on the food, though. She’d not been lying about touching herself, and her brazenness was exciting. Flirting without flirting; it was a new concept for Holly. The thrill was intoxicating and the pay-off huge. She was sure there’d been a flicker in Jen’s eyes – a hint of equal desire, a moment where they became one, both lusting after the same thing. And who wouldn’t want a repeat performance of last night’s epic kiss? She’d officially passed the point of no return. Whether she wanted to or not, Holly had feelings for Jen. Plain and simple. Last night had confirmed it. Sure, she hadn’t planned to fall for anyone so quickly after London, but the sooner she was honest with herself, the sooner she could concentrate on figuring Jen’s intentions out.
So now she was on Jen’s sofa, praying the opportunity for an encore arose.No more phone calls, please.
‘So, where do you want to begin?’ Jen asked, setting the plates on the coffee table.
Holly stifled a laugh. ‘I think you’re meant to do the cards first; eat as you go.’
‘These bad boys?’
‘That’s the ones.’ Holly held her hand out, waiting to take the deck of cards. ‘You get us some glasses for this bubbly.’
‘You’re driving – I figured we’d be skipping that.’
Not if I stay over.Even thinking it made Holly’s stomach lurch. Saying it out loud was never going to happen. ‘One won’t hurt.’
‘Okay, glasses it is.’
Holly shuffled the cards before realising her parents might have placed them in a special order. Too late now.
Jen set the champagne flutes on the table before inspecting the prosecco bottle from the hamper. ‘I can already tell this is going to be tasty.’
Holly watched in wonder as Jen twisted the cork free with a satisfying pop. She’d never seen it done without a towel. Her eyes raked over Jen’s biceps and triceps as she fought the urge to bite her lip. Those arms were dangerous: any more moves like that and Holly wouldn’t be able to control herself.
Glasses filled, Jen took her position on the sofa. It felt like there were worlds between them. As if reading Holly’s mind, she shuffled closer to the middle, getting comfy with a knee against the cushions.
‘So, the question every lesbian wants answered: who’s going first?’
Holly snorted. ‘I usually just see how the mood takes me, but you can go first today.’
‘Why?’ Jen’s eyes creased with suspicion.
Because that’s how it always plays out in my fantasies.‘Your flat. Only fair.’ Holly passed Jen a stack of cards and balanced the other half on her knee. ‘First, we need to toast.’ She raised her glass. ‘Quack, quack.’
‘Quack, quack.’
Jen shifted, getting ready to tackle the first question. On looking at the card, her eyes grew wide as she blew out her cheeks. ‘I take it there’s no specific order to these? We’re firing straight in with the big guns.’
‘I shuffled and I don’t think I was meant to.’
‘That explains it. Holly—wait, what’s your middle name?’
‘Charlotte.’
‘Holly Charlotte Taylor, do you want children?’ Jen placed the used card on the table with a little smirk.
‘Oh, Jesus. Mum and Dad haven’t held back on the questions.’ It was Holly’s turn to puff out her cheeks as she thought. ‘Yeah, someday. Not this week. Probably.’
Jen nodded in agreement. ‘Nice, okay. So, what’s the deal? Do I answer too, or do we just move on?’
‘I think you should answer.’ Holly took another sip of prosecco. She was going to need more alcohol in her bloodstream if the questions were going to be so personal. She’d Uber if she needed to. She’d expected more ‘do you have any siblings?’ than ‘do you want to make babies?’. Although, she was looking forward to discovering another layer of Jen. Every day was a school day with her.
