Make Room for Love

by Darcy Liao

Sometimes you had to step up simply because you were there, no matter how inadequate and unprepared you were.

Women had eye-fucked her at bars with more subtlety than this. The difference was that Mira seemed to be doing it unintentionally, her big, dark, curious eyes roaming slowly over Isabel’s body, her soft mouth falling open.

Mira stood in the doorway in a lacy pink camisole and a tiny pair of matching shorts. The fabric skimmed the soft swells of her breasts and let just a hint of her nipples show through. And those long legs, those lush thighs, all that bare skin… Isabel flushed, her heart pounding, desire piercing her like a red-hot poker.

She imagined herself in Mira’s position: running from your abusive ex and finding out that the person who’d offered you a cheap spare room had been lusting after you, too. The thought of putting Mira in that position made her sick.

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

What if she allowed herself to crack?

“I have feelings for you. And I know that’s my responsibility. I don’t want to cause you any problems.”