In the Long Run

by Haley Cass

Brooke guessed she was just biologically engineered to be ridiculously attracted to Taylor. It just felt like another joke the universe played on her; here’s someone you are magnetically attracted to, except the joke is! You find her absolutely vexing.

“And insulting me on top of it all. My feelings.” Taylor placed a hand over her heart, not bothering to clamp down on her grin. “You’re laughing!” Brooke accused, eyes narrowed. “Only to hide my pain.”

Because she was one hundred percent certain that if she told Brooke that the way she looked at Taylor when she was kind of exasperated, bordering on irritation, reminded Taylor somewhat of the way Brooke looked at her while she’d fucked her, Brooke might actually explode.

And that was the thing: Brooke was an open book, often so easy to read. But in the Book of Brooke, there were so many hidden twists inside of these chapters. Like all of the passages had different meanings every time you read them. Taylor had always been a voracious reader.