Sweet & Spicy Lesbian Short Stories (GirlxGirl)

An Honest Mistake: Part 3

My pulse quickens. Outside the open window, people walk by, talking and laughing. Everything else outside of this office feels far away.

"I'm so sorry," I say.

"It's okay," Devi says. "I'm better now."

"Good."

She swallows hard. "I wondered if I should contact you, but that would be inappropriate given that you're a...customer or whatever. But I couldn't get you out of my head. Something about the way you looked at me, the way you made me feel wanted..."

I knew it. I could tell something was wrong in her relationship the day I met her. I'd flirted with her without realizing she was engaged, and the bright way she responded made me think she was single. Then I saw her ring, and when I asked her who her lucky partner was, she'd shut down. She'd seemed sad, cut off, and had finished processing Meadow's adoption papers quickly.

"He was a guy," Devi says stiffly, like it's a struggle to get the words out. "I was engaged to a man. And I was totally kidding myself."

"Oh." I search for the right words. Is it too forward to ask about her sexuality? "Um, have you been able to do some self-reflection since breaking off the engagement?"

It's probably safe to assume that she was the one to break it off, right?

My heartbeat quickens as the office begins to feel smaller.

Devi nods. "I've been on dates with women since then. But I keep coming back to thinking about you. I wondered if I was building you up in my head, making you out to be... Like, you were my awakening, and so I wondered if you were more of an idea than a person."

"I was your awakening?" I ask, astonished and flattered.

"An important part of it, yes," she says, holding my gaze with that blazing intensity.

"And now that we've met again...am I still just an idea?" I ask, my stomach fluttering in anticipation of the answer.

Her lips part. She shakes her head. With the way she's looking me up and down, I'm suddenly glad I'm overdressed.

I want nothing more than to take her in my arms and unravel her right now. Why do we have to be in an office with a glass door?

She feels closer than she did a moment ago.

Have we both stepped in?

My lips tingle. I want to kiss her. Does she want me to?

The way she's biting her lip, gazing at me with a hungry look in her eyes, I'm thinking yes.

I glance over my shoulder, where the hall beyond the glass door is empty.

I step closer to her until we're nose-to-nose.

Her breath catches. Her lips are parted, inviting me in.

I lean in, teasing her with the lightest brush of my lips. Her hand slides around my waist, holding me there.

The gentle brush of our lips sends a spark through me, making my head spin. The way her breath hitches and her fingers tighten on my waist, I know she's feeling it too.

Footsteps click beyond her office door, and we both jump back.

What am I doing? I'm losing my mind. This is her workplace. This isn't the moment to make out, no matter how much we both want it.

"C-come in," Devi says, flushed. She turns away from me and crosses her arms, drawing a deep breath.

I can't help but smile. As frustrated as I am that we couldn't finish that kiss, I love that I made her look this undone without even doing much.

The door opens, and a familiar deadpan voice says, "Devi, I think your phone must be disconnected. I haven't been able to send anyone through to you all morning."

Yeah, no shit, I want to say. It's why I'm here in person.

Devi looks at the phone on her desk with a pinched brow. "Oh. I'll get Dan to look at it."

"There's a couple here wanting to adopt," Veronica says. "They'll probably need you soon. Sarah, did you get the donation sorted?"

"Get what sorted?" Devi asks.

My heart jumps into my throat. "Nothing," I say. "Actually, I was thinking—I—wanted to do more for Feline Pawadise. Do you need volunteers? Can I submit an application?"

Great, first I'm donating money I don't have, and now I'm volunteering time I don't have. Keep digging, Sarah.

"No, the refund," Veronica says.

I clench my fists, resisting the urge to shove her out the door and slam it.

"Refund?" Devi asks.

I rub my hands over my face and take a deep breath. I guess I couldn't keep this a secret forever. What was I going to do, pay off the ten-thousand dollar donation on my credit card until the end of time?

No, as much as I want to shout at Veronica, it's not her fault. I'm being an idiot, and I have to get this sorted. Even if it risks whatever might have happened between Devi and me.

"I actually came here," I say to Devi, my voice a little shaky, "because I made that donation by mistake."

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To be continued! The spicy next part of this story is coming next week ;)