Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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Emma lingered in the now-quiet classroom for a moment after the last student left, letting the calm settle back in. She closed the piano lid gently, stacked her papers, and slid her laptop into her bag. The room looked reset again—ready, orderly, peaceful.

She pulled out her phone and typed.

Emma: Classes are over for the day. I survived 😌 You ready when you are.

The reply came a beat later.

Abigail: Look at you, Professor. I'm wrapping up now—give me ten?

Emma smiled at the screen.

Emma: Take your time. I'll meet you at the car.

Abigail: Deal.

Emma locked the classroom, double-checked the door, and walked out into the afternoon light. Campus felt louder now, fuller—students crossing paths, laughter drifting, the hum of a day winding down. She made her way to the parking garage and leaned against Abigail's car, scrolling idly, replaying little moments from class in her head.

A few minutes later, she heard familiar footsteps.

Abigail rounded the corner, backpack slung over one shoulder, that relaxed end-of-day smile already on her face. Emma straightened instinctively.

"There she is," Abigail said, stopping in front of her.

Emma stepped in close. "Hey."

They shared a quick, easy kiss—nothing rushed, just enough to say we made it.

"You ready?" Abigail asked, unlocking the car.

"Almost," Emma said, sliding into the passenger seat. "Any chance we can stop by the store on the way home?"

Abigail laughed softly as she started the engine. "Of course. What do you need?"

Emma buckled in, glancing over with a small, hopeful smile. "Just a few things. I realized halfway through class I've been thinking about snacks all day."

Abigail shook her head affectionately and pulled out of the parking lot. "Say less."

Emma sank into the passenger seat as Abigail pulled out of the parking lot, the car easing into the flow of traffic. She let her head rest back for a moment, shoulders dropping now that the day was officially over.

Abigail glanced over at her. "So... how do you feel after your first day back teaching?"

Emma let out a slow breath, half-laughing. "Honestly? Relieved. I was holding so much tension in my body and didn't even realize it until it was done."

Abigail smiled. "That bad?"

"That intense," Emma corrected. "Not in a bad way. Just... a lot. New students, new energy. I kept thinking, 'Okay, don't mess this up.'"

"You didn't," Abigail said easily. "You were glowing when I saw you."

Emma turned her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I was nervous this morning. I don't think I admitted that out loud."

Abigail nodded. "I know. You do this thing where you get quiet when you're trying to be brave."

Emma laughed softly. "Rude. But accurate."

They drove a few blocks before Emma spoke again. "Once I started playing, though... it all came back. My hands remembered what to do before my brain could spiral."

"That's when you're in your element," Abigail said. "When you forget to overthink."

Emma reached over and rested her hand on Abigail's thigh. "Having you around helped. Knowing you were on campus too."