Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 36

Allie's P.O.V

It had been two days since I walked away from Jessie outside her apartment. Two days since that awkward kiss, since I felt myself freeze up, not from the cold, but from fear. And now, two days of silence. Jessie hadn't texted me, and I hadn't texted her either. I kept telling myself that she was probably busy at the studio, but I knew better. She had picked up on my hesitation, and now, I was terrified she thought it was something more than it was. Worse, I was scared she thought it was rejection.

Casey's voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back into the present.

"So, I told him to pick me up at seven, but honestly, I'm not holding my breath. These guys are all the same—probably show up late and expect me to swoon."

I blinked, realising I hadn't heard a word she'd been saying. I was too busy replaying that moment outside Jessie's apartment.

"Uh-huh," I muttered absentmindedly, taking a sip of my tea.

Casey narrowed her eyes at me from across the couch.

"Okay, spit it out."

I looked up, startled. "What?"

"You've been zoning out this whole time. You're obviously not listening to a word I'm saying. Come on, Allie, what's up? You know I suck at the heavy stuff, but I'm trying here. Meet me halfway." She said, leaning forward on the sofa.

I let out a sigh and set my mug down on the coffee table.

"I don't even know where to start, Cas. It's like...everything's a mess, and I can't make sense of it. I feel guilty for not being more heartbroken about Mark. I feel guilty for taking up space in your flat when you should be living your life. And then there's Jessie..."

I could hear the anger creeping into my voice.

"I feel excited about someone for the first time in years, and it just so happens to be a woman. And I'm scared of what that means for me. I walked away from her and left her wondering why was acting so weird because I was so worried about what other people would think."

Casey raised an eyebrow. "Woah, slow down there. Let's break this down, one thing at a time."

She sat up straighter and held up a finger.

"First of all, the divorce. Let's be honest, Allie, you weren't happy with Mark for a long time. He treated you like crap, and you deserve better. So no, you don't need to feel guilty for not crying over him."

She held up a second finger. "Second, my spare room? It's been sitting there gathering dust, and it's honestly nice having the company. So, enough of that guilt."

I opened my mouth to protest, but she wasn't finished. She held up a third finger.

"And third, Jessie. She's making you happy, right? You're into her, she's into you. And, she's hot as fuck. So who cares if it's a woman? Feelings are feelings, Allie."

I shook my head. "Wait, I never said I had feelings for her."

Casey gave me a knowing look and crossed her arms.

"Allie, shut up. It's obvious you do. The sooner you admit that to yourself, the easier this whole thing is gonna get." She placed a reassuring hand on my knee.

I went silent. Did I really have feelings for Jessie? I thought back to the time we'd spent together—the conversations, the easy laughter, the stolen kisses, and the way her touch made me feel alive in a way I hadn't felt in years.

"Oh my God," I whispered, realisation dawning on me. "I do have feelings for her."

I leaned back against the couch, running a hand through my hair.