Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The second Abigail stepped into the club, it hit her all at once—the music, the heat, the scent of sweat and perfume mingling with possibility. The bass thudded through the floor, climbing up her legs like a second heartbeat. Lights spun overhead in hues of violet, crimson, and electric blue, washing the crowd in waves of color.

Megan grinned over her shoulder, taking Abigail's hand and pulling her through the dancing bodies with practiced ease. "Come on," she shouted above the music. "You're not allowed to brood tonight. Fun only!"

Abigail laughed, letting herself be tugged forward, her nerves slowly unraveling. It had been ages since she'd been in a space like this—especially without Emma. A strange mix of guilt and excitement coiled in her stomach, but Megan's energy was magnetic. For now, Abigail let go of the heaviness and let herself be in the moment.

At the bar, Megan ordered tequila shots with lime wedges, sliding one across to Abigail with a wink.

"To letting loose and giving zero fucks," Megan said, raising her glass.

Abigail clinked hers with a grin. "To good bad ideas."

The tequila went down sharp and fast, followed almost immediately by a second round. Then came a fizzy drink with something fruity and deceptively strong. The alcohol curled warmly in her chest, and with each beat of the bass, the club started to feel more like freedom than escape.

Megan's friends arrived—two women and a guy, all smiles and open arms. They danced in a loose, glittering circle around Abigail, drawing her in like she'd always belonged there. Someone handed her another drink, and she took a small sip, letting the rhythm of the music pull her closer to the pulse of the room.

The first approach came when a woman with sharp cheekbones and a low-cut black bodysuit tapped her arm. Her voice was confident, eyes glinting with interest. "You've got moves," she said. "Wanna dance?"

Abigail blinked, surprised but flattered. "I'm Abigail. And I'm really flattered, but I'm taken."

"Fair enough," the woman said, backing off with grace. "Respect. You ever change your mind—"

"I won't," Abigail said with a kind smile, and the woman laughed as she walked away.

Megan had seen the whole thing and was already handing Abigail another drink with a grin. "You really are a heartbreaker."

Abigail rolled her eyes, sipping the drink slowly. "Not trying to be."

They danced for a few more songs, Megan twirling Abigail once, then dipping her dramatically to the cheers of their group. Abigail flushed, laughter bubbling up until her ribs ached.

She made her way back to the bar for some water and leaned against the counter, catching her breath.

That's when it happened again.

A tall man in a cobalt button-up slid beside her, looking more polished than most people in the room. His tone was smooth but friendly. "You look like someone who doesn't usually do clubs."

Abigail raised a brow. "Is that a compliment or an observation?"

"Both," he said with an easy smile. "But mostly a compliment."

She chuckled, appreciating the charm, even if it landed nowhere. "Well, you're right. This isn't really my scene."

He glanced toward the dance floor. "Yet you're here. Must be fate."

Abigail grinned. "Or a persuasive friend with tequila."

He leaned closer slightly, just enough to be suggestive without crossing the line. "In that case... you want to dance?"