Take Me With You (Lesbian Story)

"Do you believe in Destiny or Soul mate?"

She asked while we're both laying flat on the shiny wooden floor boards of my dance studio. I shifted to my side and she did the same our faces approximately an inch from each other. I could feel her warm breath brushing on my lips her breathing even and then slow. We we're still flushed, a thin layer of sweat is covering her forehead to her prominent collarbone from a finished set of rumba or tango or whatever dance that I don't remember since all I saw while dancing was her serene face and the feel of her body against mine drove me crazy to the point of near delusion. I looked her in the eyes and answered her wholeheartedly.

"I do now. But before I don't."
She looked down while biting her lower lip and shyly asked.

"What made you believe in them now?" redirecting her eyes to mine.

I brought my fingers up her chin and softly sighed.

"You."

And as her smile widened I closed the gap between us, gently placing my lips against hers and I swear for a moment we are one.