I went to Oahu to say goodbye to my grandmother. To grieve quietly. To breathe. I didn't expect her. Kamala Harris is older, powerful, and recently separated. She's supposed to be taking time for herself-rediscovering who she is outside the spotlight. I'm 22, fresh out of college, Catholic-school raised, and terrified of my own desire. But then she smiled at me on the plane. And now I can't stop thinking about the way her voice drops when she says my name, or how my body feels when she touches me like she knows it already. This summer was supposed to be for healing. But instead, I'm learning how it feels to be seen. To be touched. To fall-slowly, breathlessly-in love. A slow-burn, age-gap, coming-of-age lesbian romance set on the beaches of Hawaii. Featuring first times, soft consent, and a whole lot of silk.

I gazed up into her eyes, savoring the moment of closeness. "I'd do anything for you madam president." "Stop it." She said coyly, her cheeks still tingled pink. Were the words spoken on Election Day morning to Kamala by her wife. Now laying in bed watching Kamala finally sleeping and peacefully at that, she thinks back to the campaign trail journey. everything in this book is completely fictional. The events, the characters, everything is completely made up.