Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 7

Holly stretched as she woke, her internal clock not allowing her to sleep in on her day off. Something was off though, her bed was too warm, squishy, and better yet it was breathing. Beds don't breathe. Her eyes fluttered open, and she squinted into the bright light of the morning sun -Holly cursed herself for forgetting to close the curtains again-, and found not one but two people. There laid her two people, Gail and Shiloh, tucked in under her arm.

Gail was on her back, face flushed with the light pink she dawned when sleeping, one arm thrown above her mess of blonde hair, and her other arm held protectively to the boy on her chest. Shy was on his stomach, mouth opened into an adorable fish kiss, one hand placed in Holly's hair. And Holly was cuddled into the blondes side, her nose almost touching the arm above Gail's head, her hand rested on Gail's hip, holding the two Pecks close to her.

The previous night came rushing back. Frankie, Shy's nightmare, Gail showing up in her sweater, Shy forcing them into the same bed, Gail crying, the kiss. God, the kiss. Holly's lips tingled at the memory, which meant something right? It meant that the burning desire that coursed through her veins well into the night wasn't just a fluke. It meant that she wasn't delusional the previous night, the butterflies were real, her racing pulse hadn't lied. But that also meant she was screwed.

Gail hadn't kissed her back. She hadn't experienced any of what Holly did, she didn't have her world shaken like a snow globe. Holly was alone and now had to navigate feelings for her best friend.

But there was one good thing, one very comforting thing, Gail had promised to stay.

Holly smiled happily and pulled the two closer, they weren't going anywhere, Gail promised -even after she'd kissed her. She stayed like that for a while, watching the shallow ins and outs of Gail and Shiloh's breaths, the tiny crinkle of Shy's nose when he pulled her hair to his face. That's when it hit Holly, she wanted this.

She wanted this, the three of them, everyday. Forever. It wasn't just feelings for Gail, it hadn't been for a while. No, Holly was in love with the woman in her arms.

She let go of them immediately, and wiggled out of the bed. It was a lot so suddenly, Holly didn't know what to do, her mind started to tell her everything that was wrong, what could go wrong, how horrible of a person she was, how stupid she was for doing this. The list went on, all scenarios being yelled in her ear at the same time.

She needed to take a breather, calm her mind.

So Holly got dressed, wrote a note, grabbed her headphones, and went for a run.

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Gail was happy to wake up alone, it meant not having to deal with avoiding a rush of adoration at the sight of a sleeping Holly, but she was still surrounded by everything Holly Stewart and that didn't help in her quest to keep her emotions in check. Sure Holly had kissed her -the thought brought a warmth to her chest. Her lips were just as wonderful as Gail had imagined-, but it didn't mean anything on her end, she'd freaked out and apologized right after.

It was for comfort and nothing more, Gail reminded herself as she started to drift into dreams of another kiss, a much longer, heated kiss. She sighed and rolled out of the bed.

Gail shivered once out of the warm cocoon of blankets, despising her choice of boxers and not pants. What had she been thinking? She quickly swiped the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around her so only her face could be seen.

She shuffled out into the living room, expecting to find Holly and Shiloh doing something educational -Holly was very good at finding a way to make every task a way to learn or exercise mind/body-, and instead found her son wrapped up in his Buzz Lightyear blanky in the same way she was with hers, sitting on the soft rug in front of the TV. Gail's heart boiled over with love, and poured over into every cell in every vein of her body.