Make Room for Love

by Darcy Liao

Yearning tugged at Isabel. She wanted to keep seeing that smile lighting up Mira’s face.

Something about the way Isabel was crouched reminded Mira of a big cat, too: languid, powerful, not entirely domesticated. Dangerous in the right circumstances, like she’d been to Dylan and his friends. Her strong thighs were straining against her jeans—Mira had seen them bare the other night. Before that, she hadn’t thought much about what a decade of physical labor would look like on a woman’s body.

I love this comparison and the oogling omggmgomg

dog-eared a few pages—apparently she wasn’t precious about her books in that way—and handed it back to Isabel. “A

That's a READER

Mira put more hairline cracks in her composure every day. Now, with this offering, Mira had almost split her open.

The shell metaphor, Love this

Mira was dragging her into the land of the living, and Isabel didn’t want to admit how desperately she needed it.

my heart

Big, heaving sobs rose in her, and she let herself cry, throwing herself into the bottomless pit of grief. It was perversely, overwhelmingly good to let go. She cried and cried, and Mira pushed a box of tissues toward her—the same tissue box she’d once given Mira—and she blew her nose and wiped her disgusting face and kept crying.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

She wanted Mira to hold her, and that was more frightening than any fantasy she’d ever had about holding Mira.

butch wanting cuddles; love

It was nice of Isabel to accommodate the shorter people in her life.

Mira is so freaking cute

“You’ve been taking advantage of my broken wrist to make me the little spoon,” Isabel said.

BUTCH SOFTNESS