On the Same Page

by Haley Cass

“Listen. I’m not going to let you sit in my own house and insult my favorite person.”

“All right.” She gave in. If Gianna wanted it, she would get it. “If what you interpreted from that was that I’m attracted to you, then you’re right. As in, really attracted to you. As in, it wasn’t just a thing that night. As in, it’s all of the time,” she annunciated each word, before dragging her hands through her hair as she laughed, wildly. “If you interpreted that I can’t stop thinking about the way your lips felt on mine or the way your body felt against me, then you’re right. If you interpreted that every time we’re together, now, I think about having you in that way, you’re right.”