Bridget knew this was a bad idea, but she didn't care. She cupped FRanky's face, deepening the kiss as much as she could, all the while thinking the same thing in the back of her mind.
I. Am. Fucked.
Chapter 4
When Franky had kissed Erica for the first time, she stopped believing in true love. All her life she had heard that when you found your soulmate, you would see actual fireworks behind your eyelids the minute your lips touched. She had heard that it gave you feelings you had never felt before, or at least hadn't felt in a very long time. She had heard that it would be life-changing. When she kissed Erica, she felt none of these things. However, she knew she loved Erica. And Erica loved her too. Erica waited years for her to get out, and when she finally did she was right their waiting for her. You just didn't do things like that for people you didn't love. So yes, Franky loved her, but she knew it wasn't the fairly tale kind of love like Doreen would always wail on about with her precious Nash. Their love was real, and raw, and open.
So why on God's green Earth did she see fireworks when Bridget's lips pressed against hers?
The minute their lips touched, it was like someone reignited a fire inside Franky that she never knew existed. Bridget's hands on her face made her feel like she was on fire, but in the best way. It was almost as if she could die in her arms right then from the bliss she felt, but Franky knew it wouldn't have even felt like dying. She and Bridget had danced around each other for ages, and now that they were finally together, Franky knew she had it wrong this whole time. Her entire future was flashing before her eyes. She could see it so clearly now-the haze surrounding her once blurred future slowly peeled away, revealing a clarity she had never seen in it before. She saw only one thing-Bridget's kind and patient face calmly waiting for her. Bridget was the one, she saw that now.
But it still wasn't enough.
Franky abruptly pulled back, both gasping for air as they stared at one another wide-eyed and unable to move-frozen in time. Bridget's hands were still cradling her face and Franky slowly released Bridget's shoulders and reached up to grab them, gently prying them away. She didn't let go though, instead intertwining them and letting them fall between their bodies.
"Did you-I mean-are you ok?" Bridget asked concernedly. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Franky repeated confusedly. "For what?"
"I know there's someone else Franky," Bridget sighed quietly. "That woman at the club."
Erica. Her face floated into Franky's mind without warning, her haunted eyes that always seemed to stare into Franky's soul staring at her now, reminding her that she was waiting at home for her, probably sick out of her mind.
"You didn't do anything wrong," Franky sighed. "This time it's on me. Look this-this was a mistake. I was out of line. I need to get home."
"Franky wait-"
"Bye Bridget."
I apologize for this being so short but I am ridiculously busy with summer classes and moving processes, so here's a little something to hold you over until I can get an actual chapter uploaded.