Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 28

Jessie's P.O.V

I woke up with a smile on my face, the memories of last night flooding back with a warmth that settled deep in my chest. The memories flooded back—her touch, the way she looked at me, how everything seemed to fall away until it was just us, together. But as my eyes blinked open, I realised the bed next to me was empty. My heart dropped.

I scrambled for my shirt, the one she'd thrown to the floor last night. My hands felt clumsy as I pulled it on, nerves dancing in my stomach. Was she regretting it already? Was she on her way back to Mark, figuring out how to patch things up? My mind spiraled with thoughts, scenarios playing out where last night had been a fleeting mistake, something she had to get out of her system.

I made my way into the living room, my heart hammering in my chest. And there she was, sitting on the sofa, her phone in hand. She was texting someone, and my stomach flipped. But then I noticed how beautiful she looked—her hair loosely tied back, her dress from yesterday on, and a soft glow about her that made my breath catch in my throat. She looked like she belonged here, in my space.

I swallowed hard, pushing my thoughts aside. "Good morning," I said, my voice sounding more uncertain than I wanted.

Allie jumped a little, startled, before looking up at me. She smiled softly, her eyes warm. "Morning."

The silence that stretched between us was thick and awkward, the tension from last night hanging in the air. I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for her to say something—anything—to let me know if she regretted what had happened or if she was going to go back to Mark and forget this had ever happened.

Allie broke the silence first, her voice gentle but steady. "Casey's on her way to pick me up."

My heart sank. There it was. I nodded, trying to keep my face neutral, but inside, I felt like I was bracing for impact. Of course, she was going back to Mark. She had probably been texting him before I walked in, arranging to fix things, to go back to that life she had shared with him. Last night had just been... a moment, an escape, but not something she wanted to hold onto.

In my head, I played it all out. She'd go back to Mark, they'd work through their problems, and I'd be left wondering if I had been nothing more than a distraction. Just a way for her to figure out what she really wanted, and now she knew it wasn't me.

I must've let too much of that show on my face because Allie's brow furrowed, and she quickly said, "Oh no, it's not what you think."

She stood up from the sofa and walked towards me. I couldn't take my eyes away from hers, searching for answers in them. As Allie approached me, she reached for my hand and loosely held it in her own. Her fingers brushed mine, and the warmth of her skin grounded me, pulling me back from the storm in my head.

I blinked, feeling a surge of hope but trying not to let it overwhelm me. "What do you mean?"

"Casey's coming to get me so I can go pack my stuff up at the house," Allie explained, her voice soft but sure. "I'm going to stay with her for a while. Until I figure things out."

I felt my shoulders relax, the tension that had built up slipping away. "Oh," I breathed out, relief flooding through me until it hit me that this was a huge moment for her.

"Allie I'm sorry you're going through this" I told her sincerely. "I.. I'm here for you, if you need anything".

She gave me a grateful smile to let me know she appreciated my concern.

"Thank you. But it's for the best" she squeezed my hand gently.

I nodded, feeling a little stunned by how brave she was.

"You're going to have a lot on your plate because of all of this, so how about we hold off on starting the last painting?" I asked with good intentions but the thought of not knowing when I would see her next made my heart ache.

Allie shook her head, a small laugh escaping her lips. "No, please. I'll need the respite from Casey." She grinned.

I laughed, feeling the tension between us ease. "Okay, well, just text me when you want to come by the studio."

Before either of us could say anything more, the sound of a car horn pierced the moment, and Allie glanced toward the window. The playfulness in her smile faded slightly, replaced by a heaviness that hung in the air.

"I guess that's her," she said softly, turning back to me.

Neither of us moved. My hand was still in hers, and I didn't want to let go. Her big green eyes gazed at me, like they were trying to tell me something that Allie herself was too nervous to say.

She squeezed my hand again, gently, as if to say goodbye. But neither of us said the word. We just stood there, eyes locked, not wanting to let go of this connection. Slowly, Allie began to step away, her hand slipping from mine.

But I couldn't help it. My fingers tightened around hers, pulling her back toward me. She stopped, her breath hitching slightly, and then, as if we had both agreed without saying a word, I leaned in, pressing my lips softly against hers.

The kiss was gentle, sweet, a stark contrast to the heat and urgency of last night. It felt like a promise, like a moment we didn't want to end. And when I pulled away, I smiled at how her eyes stayed shut moments after our lips had parted.

"Okay," I whispered, my voice low. "Now you can go."

Allie's eyes flickered open and her cheeks flushed pink. She gave me that coy smile that made my chest tighten in the best way.

With one last glance, she turned and walked toward the door, her steps slow and reluctant. The door clicked softly behind her, and just like that, she was gone.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the door, feeling the warmth of her lips still lingering on mine.

I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I did know that I'd never felt this way before.