Her life! GxG! Intersex! (Book 1)

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For a few seconds, neither of them moved.

The air still felt charged, warm, almost humming from what had just happened. The desk was slightly shifted. Emma's blouse wasn't sitting exactly right. Abigail's hoodie drawstrings were uneven.

Reality started creeping back in.

Emma slid off the desk, smoothing down her skirt, catching her breath. Abigail adjusted her hoodie and ran a hand through her hair, stepping back just enough to create space.

"I needed that," Emma admitted quietly, brushing her hair behind her ears. "But I really hope no one heard me."

Abigail gave her a slow, amused look. "You weren't exactly whispering."

Emma shot her a warning glance. "Abigail."

"I'm kidding," she murmured, stepping closer again. "You look composed."

Emma turned toward her desk, reaching for her laptop—

—but Abigail didn't move away.

Instead, she stepped in closer again, sliding her hand gently along Emma's waist.

Emma looked up.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, though there was no real resistance in her voice.

"Making sure," Abigail said softly.

"Making sure of what?"

"That I don't leave you like this."

Before Emma could respond, Abigail leaned in and kissed her again.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Not rushed—just warm and certain.

Emma's hand rose automatically, resting against Abigail's chest, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. The kiss deepened for a brief second before Emma pulled back with a breathy exhale.

"You're going to get us in trouble," she murmured.

"Worth it," Abigail replied.

Emma was about to say something—

Knock.

Three steady, deliberate taps against the door.

Both of them froze.

Emma's eyes snapped toward the door. Abigail stepped back a half step—but before Emma could move—

Abigail leaned in again.

One more kiss.

Quick.

Intentional.

Claiming.

The knock came again.

Emma inhaled sharply, smoothing her blouse quickly. Abigail straightened her hoodie and moved casually to stand near the desk.

Emma walked to the door and opened it.

Professor Shields stood there.

Her expression was neutral at first.

Then her eyes shifted past Emma.

She took in the slightly flushed skin. The subtle closeness. Abigail standing only a few feet behind her.

Her gaze sharpened.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Professor Shields said evenly.

Emma held steady. "Not at all."

Professor Shields stepped just slightly forward—but remained at the doorway.

Her eyes flicked between them once more.