Girl Crush

Early Morning, Day 3

I reached over and turned the alarm clock on the nightstand toward me, then picked it up and tried to focus on the numbers in the dark. Three-forty. *Ugh," I thought to myself. "We have to be down to breakfast before eight."

I put the clock down and turned my face toward her, sleeping next to me. She had her face on my shoulder and her arm draped across my middle. I stopped to savor this moment, this little moment of time that I had fantasized about. For years.

Since the first day I met her, I had been smitten with her. Funny, sarcastic, beautiful smile and laugh. Gorgeous, but not totally aware of it. Kind and caring. She really was an amazing woman.

I started to slide out from underneath her. Her hand grabbed onto my side and without opening her eyes she said "please stay with me".

"I think it may be better if I leave now and we avoid any awkwardness in the morning, or any regrets." Her eyes fluttered and stared into mine. "I have no regrets, Sofie.

"You say that now. And I hope that is true, but I know you have a husband and children and a life. You are, despite what just happened here," I cracked a smile, "a straight woman. The more time I spend with you, especially curled up with you in bed, the easier it will be for me to fall in love with you. And it has been my experience that straight women do not fall in love in return. Anyhow, I know that isn't what you want, and it is certainly not something that will make my life any easier."

I took her hand in mine and kissed her knuckles. She reached up and held my cheek against her palm. "Right here, right now, I want you to fall in love with me."

I closed my eyes and inhaled. Oh, how complicated that would be. In some other place and time, I would hold on and never let go.

"I know that you are right," she said flatly, removing her hand from my face.

I shut my eyes and furrowed my brow. She is hurt. I don't eant things to get tense. Not after they were so wonderful.

But I know I am right. She knows I am right. It is what it is and can be nothing more.

I pulled her close to me and kissed her lips and took one last minute to feel her waist in my hands, her breasts pressed against mine. Her soft lips kissing me in return.

We lay there with our foreheads together, holding each other for a minute until I finally let go, stood up, pulled on my shirt and shorts, gathered my things and quietly walked out her door.