"Is it a turn off?" She flashes a grin, revealing her perfect white teeth, inching her face closer to mine. Oh no, she's definitely flirting, and suddenly my palms are sweating. My heart pounds because I know I can't play her game. Not because I don't want to, but because-well, I'm not into girls. At least, I thought I wasn't.
"I don't know. I can't really explain how other girls feel about it when you date them," I shrug awkwardly, trying to keep my cool. She chuckles softly, shaking her head, and the air between us thickens with tension.
What's her game?
"Forget other girls. How do *you* feel about it?" she presses, her voice low and teasing. I shift uncomfortably, squirming under her gaze.
"If I were a lesbian, then no. No, it wouldn't be a turn-off," I stammer, feeling the nervousness creep up my spine.
"You sure?" Her voice is honey, tempting.
Meet Jay Alden, 23 years old and still figuring life-and love-out. She's always been straight... well, more like straight as a squiggly line. That is, until Ky Guery entered her life. Ky, a confident 22-year-old who's comfortable with her sexuality, flirts with ease and has Jay questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. Ky's carefree attitude and playful charm make Jay feel warm, giddy, and utterly confused all at once. One moment she's sure she's straight, the next she's drowning in Ky's kisses, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she's been wrong all along.
But falling for Ky isn't just about self-discovery-it's about trust, too. Jay's been burned before by a smooth-talking ex-boyfriend, and Ky's playful ways sometimes remind her too much of that heartbreak. She's caught between the thrill of something new and the fear of getting hurt again. Does she dare open her heart, or will Ky's unpredictability push her away for good?
Jay's journey is one of love, confusion, and self-acceptance as she navigates the messy middle ground between what she thought she knew and what she's starting to feel.
"I can't tell you."
"Why not? Why can't you tell me why I feel something toward you? This is supposed to be wrong, but it feels right. Why are you always on my mind? Every time I am kissing ky-"
"Don't you dare finish that sentence..."
She said in a low growl. Her jaw clenched as she grabbed my face close to hers. Her right hand is on my waist, and her left is on my cheeks, wiping the dry tears from earlier.
"He is my boyfriend," I said to her.
She stares at me intensely, her golden, hazed eyes flicking between my eyes and lip.
"He is a cheating bastard. He doesn't deserve you," She said.
I look at her, mesmerizing her face.
"What have you done to me? Why do I feel safe in your arms? Why do I feel happy to see you?"
She lean in closer, her lip brush my ear.
"Will you love me when I tell you my secret?