Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The soft glow of morning light crept through the penthouse windows, casting golden rays across the bedroom floor. Abigail stirred first, stretching with a groggy groan and rubbing her eyes before rolling over to find Emma still curled up under the covers, one hand resting on the pillow where Abigail had been.

Abigail leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Emma's cheek. "Babe," she whispered. "We said we'd get an early start."

Emma let out a dramatic sigh without opening her eyes. "Define early."

"Before the sun sets again."

Emma peeked one eye open. "That's dramatic. But fair."

Abigail smirked. "Come on, we got shopping to do. Groceries. School stuff. Columbia prep. And I know you said you wanted a car."

Emma's lips twitched up into a lazy smile. "Okay, okay. I'm up."

They both rolled out of bed in mismatched pajamas—Abigail in a faded tee and shorts, Emma in one of Abigail's oversized hoodies and nothing underneath. As Emma stretched her arms overhead, Abigail came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, planting kisses along her neck.

"Mmm," Emma hummed, leaning into her. "You know we'll never leave the house if you keep doing that."

"I'm willing to risk it," Abigail murmured against her skin, sliding her hands under the hoodie to rest on Emma's bare hips.

Emma turned in her arms and cupped Abigail's face, giving her a slow, soft kiss that lingered longer than either of them meant it to. One kiss became two... and then three... until Abigail backed Emma gently against the closet door.

"Ten more minutes," Emma whispered against her lips, laughing softly.

"Five," Abigail teased. "And then I'm cutting you off."

"I'll hold you to that," Emma said before kissing her again, this time with a little more heat.

Eventually, they pulled themselves apart, flushed and grinning, and got dressed in comfortable clothes for the outing—Emma a sundress, Abigail in jeans and a fitted Columbia tee that Emma couldn't stop eyeing.

By the time they made it out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, Ashley was pouring coffee while Megan scrolled on her phone, already dressed.

"About time," Ashley teased, not looking up. "We heard suspicious delays in movement."

"Whatever do you mean?" Emma asked innocently, grabbing a granola bar and handing one to Abigail.

"Mmhm," Megan said with a raised brow. "Y'all were either wrestling or making out for the last twenty minutes."

"Both," Abigail answered shamelessly.

Megan snorted and grabbed her bag. "Let's roll. I'm showing Abigail all the hidden gems around campus after we shop."

Emma smiled as she looped her arm through Abigail's. "Let's conquer the day."

"And then make out again later," Abigail whispered just for her, brushing a kiss to Emma's temple.

Emma blushed but didn't argue.

The elevator ride down to the garage was full of low-key flirting and soft laughter. Abigail and Emma stood close, their pinkies intertwined, sharing secret smiles while Megan and Ashley chatted about what kind of notebooks and pens they liked most.

Once the doors slid open, the cool underground air greeted them along with the hum of cars waiting in their reserved spots.

Megan headed toward her sleek black sedan with Ashley in tow. "We'll see you at the office supply store?" she called over her shoulder.