Sweet & Spicy Lesbian Short Stories (GirlxGirl)

An Honest Mistake: Part 4

"I'm sorry," I say to Devi. "I came here to ask for my donation amount to be changed to a hundred dollars, which is what I really meant to put, but you were so happy, and..."

Veronica sidles out of the office with a grimace, apparently realizing what she's done.

I want to die. Just crawl into the nearest hole and completely vanish.

Devi is painfully quiet. I feel the silence in my chest, like it's suffocating me. We're a stride apart, my back to the door, the sunlight beyond her window illuminating her from behind.

"You were so cute when you were all excited, and I couldn't bring myself to crush that," I say, though that probably doesn't help.

"Is that why you came here?" Devi asks quietly.

I nod, squinting at the plants on her windowsill. "I tried to call, but I couldn't get through, so..."

She covers her mouth with both hands. "I'm so embarrassed."

"You? Why are you embarrassed? I'm the one who made the mistake."

"I feel like an idiot!" Devi says. "I don't know why I assumed... Like, we've never had a donation that big, Sarah. Ever. Why would I assume it was on purpose?"

"Why wouldn't you?" I ask. "It's not your fault. I was groggy this morning and hadn't had coffee yet, and I just..." I type in the air with my fingers, miming my blunder.

"And were you serious about wanting to submit a volunteer application?" Devi asks.

My face is on fire. I think it's time to start looking for the nearest hole to crawl into.

"It wasn't why I came here," I admit, my voice barely coming out. I clear my throat.

She rubs her face. "Here I was thinking you wanted to..." She motions between the two of us with a finger. "This is mortifying."

"No," I say quickly. My heart is beating fast. There's a possibility that whatever sparked between the two of us is completely smothered, and the best thing would be for me to go back home to my cat and forget that kiss ever happened.

But I loved that she confessed her feelings to me. I love that she's been thinking about me all this time, because I haven't stopped thinking about her either.

I can't ruin whatever was just going on between us. I have to take a shot.

"Devi, would volunteering here give me a chance to spend more time with you?" I ask, my heart tripping over itself. "Because if that's the case, then yes, I'd like to volunteer here."

She stares at me for a long moment.

The pause is agonizing. I can't feel my legs.

Finally, her lips pull into a little smile. My heart lifts.

"The applications are at reception," she says.

"Cool." I hesitate. The way she's leaning against her desk is inviting, like I could step between her legs and stoop to kiss her. Ugh, I want to finish that kiss but this office is all windows.

"And I can process that refund for you," Devi says.

My knees weaken for an entirely different reason. "Thank you. God, that amount would have killed me."

She smiles.

We stare at each other. Devi bites her lip, her gaze roaming down my body.

"Um, I guess I'll...get a volunteer application..." I jab a thumb over my shoulder.

Devi looks past me, and then around the office, as if searching for something. "Have I ever given you a tour of the facility?"

"A tour?" I furrow my brow in confusion. What's with the change of topic?

She steps closer. "Come on. I'll show you around."

"I was actually shown around last time I was here, when I adopted Meadow—"

Devi grabs my hand and sighs, pulling me along. I grab my bag from the chair in the corner on the way out of her office. We walk down the hall, our hands clasped, and I will my feet to cooperate so I don't trip.

"The adoptable cats are all down that way," she says loudly. "That's the room where we do health exams... And here is an extra storage closet."

Her fingers tighten around mine. My head spins as I grasp what's going on.

Devi opens the door. It's dark inside. Bins and towels are stacked on shelves along the left and right walls.

She pulls me inside, and when she turns around and faces me, there's a pause. My pulse is racing. My brain is frantically churning, trying to work out how bold she wants me to be, and I'm aching, wanting...

I kick the door shut, plunging us into darkness. The only light comes from a tiny crack between the bottom of the door and the tile floor.

"If you want to spend time with me, you could also just ask me out," she whispers. "You don't have to submit a volunteer application."

My insides erupt into dance. "Okay," I say, breathless. "Do you want to go out with me?"

She puts her soft, warm hands on either side of my face, and closes the distance between us. Though it's dark, I can sense her face hovering before mine.

"Yes," she whispers into my lips. "I've been dreaming of you asking me out for a year."

Her breath is sweet, her perfume intoxicating. After all of the dates I've been on, it's amazing how she's lingered in my mind all along—this perfect woman whose smile brightened my day, whose laugh stayed in my head like a song I couldn't forget, whose sorrows I wanted to fix with a hug and a kiss.

Finally, I get her to myself—even if it's not in quite the way I expected.

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Sizzling final part coming tomorrow!