Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 22

Allie's P.O.V

I didn't know when it happened, but my body had lay down on the fabric sofa, clearly drained from all energy from the day I'd just had. The tears had stopped but I could feel the stains they had left on my cheeks.

I couldn't quite figure out what I had been crying for. Was it the argument with Mark that had left me feeling hollow and bruised? Or was it the shock of realising I'd kissed a girl for the first time—and liked it?

The more I thought about it, I realised it was probably both. My entire life, my marriage.. it was all suddenly beginning to feel like I had been living a lie. Mark had slowly but surely moulded me into his version of a perfect wife, and I had let him, losing who I was in the process. And then there was Jessie. Kissing her had been terrifying, but it had also felt so undeniably right, like a part of me I'd never known was there had suddenly woken up.

I had no idea where Mark had gone when he stormed out of the house, but the truth was, I didn't care. The only thing I seemed to care about in this moment was what was going through Jessie's head.

Was she angry? Was she thinking about firing me?

'God she must think I'm an awful person cheating on my husband like that' I thought to myself, burying my head in my hands.

But then I remembered how she had kissed me back, even if it was just for a moment, and the memory filled me with a strange mixture of fear and hope.

I felt like I could lie here forever, let sleep take over, escape this mess for a while. I closed my eyes, just for a second, wanting the exhaustion to take me. But then my phone pinged, a sharp sound that pierced through the fog in my mind.

I grabbed it off the table, expecting to see Mark's name on the screen. But my heart stopped when I saw who had text.

'Hey, can we talk?' The text from Jessie read.

My heart slammed in my chest, my stomach turning. I set the phone face down again, like that would magically make the text disappear. The fear was battling with the hope in my chest, and I couldn't keep still. I picked the phone back up and stared at the words a while longer.

She probably wanted to talk about how we can no longer work together. I sighed and felt a flurry of disappointment in my gut at that thought.

What would I say to Jessie? 'Hey I'm sorry about kissing you without considering you're my boss, or considering my marriage, or considering the fact that I'm straight' the words played over in my head but nothing I could come up with was going to offer a sound explanation. To Jessie, or to myself.

I gripped my phone tightly in my hands as I sat up, contemplating my next move.

Without another thought, I came out of the text message and went to my recent call list.

The phone rang a couple of times and I spoke quickly, quietly.

"Hey, can you come over?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, betraying all the emotion I was trying to hold back.