Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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The table was still littered with plates and empty glasses when Megan leaned back, stretching her arms over the booth. A sly grin tugged at her lips as she looked at Abigail.

"So," Megan began, lowering her voice just enough to make it conspiratorial, "a few of the girls are hitting up the club tonight to celebrate the win. You in?"

Abigail blinked, caught mid-sip of her water. She glanced immediately at Emma, her arm tightening around her. "Depends," she said softly, turning toward her. "You okay with that, love?"

Emma smiled, brushing her hand over Abigail's thigh under the table. "Go have fun. I'll be fine."

Still, Abigail hesitated, her protective instinct winning out. She looked across at Ashley. "Would you mind hanging out with Emma while I go out? I'd feel better knowing she wasn't alone."

Ashley's lips curved into a grin, her eyes twinkling. "Of course. Honestly, it's nice having another girl to talk to about this one." She jerked her thumb at Megan with a laugh, earning a playful nudge from her girlfriend.

Emma chuckled, shaking her head. "That works for me. Just come over whenever. I'll probably be curled up on the couch with snacks anyway."

"Done," Ashley agreed warmly.

A little later, they all headed back toward the penthouse together. Emma and Ashley disappeared into the apartment with an easy rhythm, already chatting as they kicked off their shoes. Megan tugged Abigail down the hall toward her place, still buzzing with game-day energy.

"Quick shower," Megan said, tossing her gym bag aside as they stepped in. She disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the apartment. Abigail leaned against the dresser, scrolling her phone and exchanging a few quick texts with Emma while she waited.

Within minutes, Megan reappeared, towel-drying her hair and already looking refreshed. She pulled on a sleek black top and dark jeans, slid her feet into sneakers, and ran her fingers through her damp ponytail. Grabbing her wallet, phone, and keys off the dresser, she flashed Abigail a grin.

"Alright. Now I'm ready. Let's go make some trouble."

Abigail laughed under her breath, her thoughts still lingering on Emma even as she followed Megan out the door and down the hall toward the elevator.

The bass thumped through the walls before they even reached the front door of the club, the kind of rhythm that made the ground buzz beneath their shoes. The neon glow of the sign above the entrance spilled color onto the sidewalk, and the line outside wrapped halfway around the building. But Megan's teammates were regulars here, and it didn't take long before they were waved through.

Inside, the air was thick with music, laughter, and the smell of spiced rum and citrus. Lights pulsed overhead, cutting across the crowded dance floor where bodies moved in sync with the beat.

"Ladies!" one of Megan's teammates called, spotting them immediately. A tall forward with a wide grin waved them over to a booth near the bar where a few others were already gathered, buzzing with post-game adrenaline.

"Finally!" another teammate teased, pulling Megan into a half-hug. "Star of the night. And you brought backup."

Megan smirked, slinging an arm over Abigail's shoulder. "Damn right I did. This one's family."

"Then family drinks with us," one of the girls declared, already signaling to the bartender.

Within minutes, a row of shot glasses lined the bar—clear liquid glinting under the strobe lights. The group clinked glasses, someone shouting, "To victory!" before they all tossed the first one back. The second came just as fast, the burn warming Abigail's chest. By the third, she felt the edges of the night soften, laughter spilling more easily between her and the group.