You like me?

Blair's voice was calm.

Sabrina couldn't see her face, purposely looking down.

I do like you a lot.

I'm sorry. I can leave if you'd like. I know that because you like women, you don't necessarily have to like me back. Sabrina's voice was shaky. She didn't want to cry.

She never wanted Blair to feel manipulated by her tears, no matter how genuine they were.

Can I kiss you?

Blair's voice was shaky, quiet but confident.

If you don't want that, it's fine, but I want to kiss you. Sabrina nodded,

feeling pathetic. It's worse than she had ever imagined. Blair is feeling pity for her,

and now she wants to kiss her, because she feels bad.

Sabrina leaned in, preparing herself to feel soft lips on her own.

But Blair caught her off guard.

She pressed her pedal soft lips against Sabrina's,

humming when Sabrina melted against her body. Blair pecked her once before pulling away

to look at her. What was all that crying for? I like you too. I've liked you from the moment I met you.

Blair tilted her chin, forcing her to make eye contact. I wasn't going to try

anything with you for a couple of weeks, but you started this. She used her free hand to gesture

between their two bodies. Remember that. Sabrina blushed, her ears turning red. I'm okay with that.

She croaked out. I'm a big girl. I can handle it. Something behind Blair's eyes changed,

shifting from fondness to... Sabrina couldn't tell what it was. Maybe hunger. She didn't have time to think about it

before she was flipped onto the bed, Blair pressing their lips together again. Blair was a good kisser, a shockingly good

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