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“You did. You can be charming. You were adorable with Natasha.” Caro snorted. “Yeah, look where that got me. Years of therapy.” “Oh honey, your family’s responsible for that.”
“A bi girl. You ever fool around with a bi girl?” “Jesus, Whittaker.” That blush was now a five-alarm fire shooting across her scalp. “What? It might be a learning experience. I bet she’s feisty.” “Don’t perpetuate stereotypes. Go home.”
“I want you to be happy, Cass. It’s been a long time since you really smiled about something.” “I know, Whitty. I appreciate the effort.”
she had never—at least, to her knowledge—gone out with a bisexual woman. The orientation didn’t bother her. It bothered her more that Mel—hell, that most people—associated bisexuality with promiscuity.
“Her magic spell. She’s like a ray of sunlight, making everything around her shine.” Even on a rainy day.
Amy picked at a loose thread on the hem of her shorts. “I like helping people. I’m a Sagittarius. Generous and idealistic.”
Caro said. “But can I give you some friendly, well-intentioned, coach-type advice? I’m a headstrong, bossy Aries.”
“You.” Caro stopped walking, too. “It’s always been you, Caro.” Her thumb stroked the back of Caro’s hand. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you at Team USA camp all those years ago. I’ve never stopped.”
Scrolling on her phone, Gina grumbled, “How did you two get partners who value their privacy and I get some annoying dude I’m not even interested in who takes every chance he can to post pictures of us?” “Um, first of all, dude,” Amy pointed out. “And second of all, dude,” Kris chimed in.
Amy shared a subtle look with Kris. They were more and more convinced Gina fell somewhere on the queer spectrum. She’d never said anything to the contrary, but she did hang out with the two gayest women on the team. And she was a very invested and involved ally, which Amy knew firsthand often led to realizing exactly why the community was so appealing. And she never seemed interested in guys, or girls, or anyone. Their best guess was that she was ace or aro or possibly demisexual.
Okay. Now or never. “I do. Love you. I’m in love with you.” Caro’s heart stopped as she watched for Amy’s reaction. Her expressive face froze. “I love you, too,” she said. “I’m crazy in love with you.”
Amy started laughing. “Oh my God,” she cried. “Caro Cassidy loves me back!” “I do,” Caro laughed. “Very much.”
We’re not moving too fast?” Caro couldn’t help but say, “I moved in with Natasha in a shorter time frame than this.”
“I fall hard and fast.” “And I caught you.”
“It’s not a choice. I was born liking women. I will always be a lesbian. That will never change.”
Alone again. At the end of the day, that was how things always turned out. People who once cared about her walked away.
No wonder fear of abandonment ruled her thoughts. An ever-present reminder in the back of her mind that people didn’t stick around when she did something they didn’t like. They left her. Sooner or later, they always left.
A lifetime of rejection had set the standard. She was only good for people on a part-time basis.
“Look, it’s sort of cliché, but it’s true. Family isn’t always what you’re born into. It’s what you make. If your birth family doesn’t accept you, lots of people do. Show them how many people love and support you exactly for who you are. The family you choose.”
“Whoa, whoa. Who is this strange creature taking over your body?” “Fuck, I don’t know. But she’s happy.”
If only humans could be more like dogs.
“Honey.” Amy’s mom squeezed her knee. “Let us help. We’re here for you. We’re family, and we love you.”
