Quinn

4

Olivia

Once she had fell asleep my hand roamed and I had to force myself to stop. I was a curious woman when it came to this woman, but I couldn't take advantage of her. But my hand still slid under her shirt, and I slid my fingers along her stomach. Her skin was soft. Stopping myself from continuing I dosed off myself. The next morning, I woke to her face right in front of mine. She smiled making me smile also.

"Good morning." I laughed. "What's funny?"

"Why are you so close?"

"Was just watching you sleep."

"Why?"

"I don't know." I watched as her eyes looked at my mouth.

"Quinn."

"Huh?"

"Stop looking at me like that."

"How am I looking at you?"

"Like you thinking of kissing me." She looked as if she wanted to say something, but she held it back and she sat up. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Getting ready to start the day." Sitting up as well I grabbed her hand and she looked at me. "If you want me to kiss you just say that."

"How can you tell that's what I wanted?"

"I saw it in your eyes. I told you I'm great at reading people. You have to grow some balls young lady. If you want me to kiss you then you have to say... I want you to kiss me. But until then you'll just be in your head about it because I'm not making the first move like you want me to."

"How do you know I want you to?" I asked shocked. Damn was she a mine reader? What the fuck. She smiled.

"I just know." She was now standing while I still sat on the bed, and she leand over. "Say it."

"Do you want to?"

"Say it and find out." I bit my bottom lip out of nervousness. Dammit. "Say it." She stood to her full height when I didn't respond. "Are you a lesbian?"

"You're not afraid to asked anything are you?"

"Why should I be. You have to ask questions in order to get an answer right?"

"I guess."

"So, are you?"

"I rather not say."

"Why not?"

"How does your mother feel about gay people?"

"Why do you worry about her opinion? She isn't you. You're you and the only one that should care about who you are is you. If you are I wouldn't say anything to anyone if you didn't want me to. It just isn't anyone's business. But to answer your question, mom wouldn't care if you were gay or not. Mom is a peaceful person she's a really easy-going person. The more peace there is the better so the last thing she would be worried about is your sexuality."

"I see. I still rather not say."

"I can respect that. Let's grab something to eat before we get to work." Nodding I followed her down the stairs and to the kitchen. "So, you have anxiety?" She asked as I sipped my tea. I nodded my head. "From what?"