The Silence

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(Janet POV)

I walk downstairs and find Katrina sitting alone under a light in her kitchen. It looks like she made breakfast for two.  It also looks like she made my favorite, which is biscuits and sausage gravy.

I cough quietly to alert the Russian of my presence. She spins around and her eyes widen as she looks at me.

"Good... morning?" She chokes out, clearly awkward after last night.

"Katrina... what even happened last night?" I ask, hesitant.

"I don't know Janet. I don't know.." Katrina looks down at her lap. She hasn't even touched her food.

"We had sex Katrina. I had sex with a Russian spy.." I say as I shake my head. I still couldn't believe she was a spy.

"Let's- just forget this even happened okay?" I ask.

She nods. I look over at the seat next to her and back at her. She seemed to understand my message and she nodded. I grab my plate of food and sit down next to her.

"Janet?"

"Yeah Kat?"

"I- are you positive your straight? I had Carol tell me to ask you that."

I put my fork down and look at Katrina. She was so awkward right now. Her hair fell loosely around her face, her blue eyes sparking, her lips turned into a sort of frown. I thought about her touch. How much I enjoyed last night.

"I don't know," I say at last.

"We should probably get the kids from Chad's," Katrina says.

I nod and we both head out the door.

It has now been around two months since Janet and Katrina had sex. They only see each other to drop the kids off, and Janet has been getting more threatening messages. Jay insists that the two move in so that it's easier for them to be protected, but the two women are hesitant.

(Katrina POV)

I pace around my living room as Janet and Jay bring in Janet's boxes. After two weeks of pressure from Jay, Janet is finally moving into my home. I have to admit this is a bit awkward.

Janet and I haven't really spoken since the night we had sex. I enjoyed it very much, but I'm afraid I let myself go to far.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. I can't think about this stuff right now. So I decide to help Janet unpack, for once dreading time alone with her.

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