The next morning I woke up in Demi's arms again. I don't care what other people want to think about two girls together; all I knew was that waking up in her arms felt right. I wanted this to be my blissful life; sure I was jumping the gun but I hadn't been this happy in a long time. I knew though, soon enough, she'd have to go back home.

"You're thinking too much," Demi mumbled and her breath hit the back of my neck.

"I know," I sighed, "I just don't want you to ever go."

"We'll come to that in a week when we have to. For now let's just enjoy our time together," she said pulling me in tighter.

"Okay, deal. What did you want to do today Miss Lovato?" I asked and she giggled.

"Well," she began putting on a posh English accent, "I must return to my hotel room for some clothes and items of the like. While being held captive here is quite a treat it doesn't negate the fact I need some garments to wear."

I laughed at her attempt of sophistication. It was then that I realised today was Sunday. Sunday I had plans, before all of this started happening.

"Would it be okay if I kept plans for coffee with a friend and meet back with you after?" I asked. "I shouldn't be more than an hour or so."

"Hmm," she mumbled, placing a kiss at my neck. "It's not with Emily is it?" And I could detect the slight envy in her voice.

"No, no," I told her honestly. "I was meant to be meeting up with Anna. And…while she is outrageously hilarious, kind, and perhaps my favourite thing -cheeky," I said turning over to tap Demi's nose, "you have absolutely nothing to worry about dear."

"That's good then. Well let's go get that done and then we'll be able to do…whatever…you may decide you want to do."

I arched my eyebrow at her curiously. "Whatever?"

"Whatever," she nodded adamantly.


You find me in our regular booth in the back of the café and before you've even sat down your mouth is ahead of you.

"Who is it?"

"Who is who?" I ask confused.

"The person that has you smiling like an idiot," you tell me.

Guess I wasn't too hard to read. I was thinking about Demi; her hair, her soft skin, her lips, her body…but I wasn't aware I was wearing a big grin to show for it.

"I was not!" I defend, but you know me better than that.

"Just tell me Grace, you know you're going to give in anyway. Let Momma Bear give you the advice she gives so well."

"Well her name is Demi," I begin.

"Demi, ha like…" and I nod in anticipation of where you're headed with that sentence. "No! You! Her! Shut the front door!" You squeal and everyone turns to look at the lady who is much too overexcited for a dreary Sunday morning.

"She came into work on Friday. We met, she kissed me, she took me out for dinner…"

"Hold up a minute! She kissed you. Go back to that and give me more details."

"Okay," I sighed taking a breath. "I was comforting her and she kept telling me how sweet I was and then she just…just kissed me. It was amazing Anna. It was like nothing I've ever felt, the chemistry was just instant."

"I always thought she'd be a good kisser…" you muse going off into a daydream.

"Hey, she's mine," I say and slap your arm.

"Yours? Baby bear no one is that possessive unless…oh my god…you didn't?" You ask eyeing me up with accusation in your eyes.

"Maybe," I blush.

"Alright skip ahead. Details now!"

"So demanding…sheesh," I play with your patience just cause I can. "It was something else. I didn't think I was going to but we were on the couch, I was on her lap…"

You start fanning yourself and make a comment about it being too much but I know you would kill me if I stopped now so I continue.

"…and we were making out. Then Demi actually offered to stop, but I didn't want to."

"Look who went and grew up. Aww I'm so proud," you say holding my hand and I shake it off playfully.

"Yes fine I took control, you would have been proud. I actually took her first, although I don't think I was that great. But she, she was incredible. Hot and loving all at once. I've never felt like that before Anna. Sex is amazing!"

You laugh, knowing this fact all along and just waiting for the day I'd catch on. We continue to talk about Demi's plans while she is here, how you're doing, and what Demi and I will be doing for the rest of our lazy Sunday. Except as always you make a joke about how it might not be so lazy.

"Anyway," you say glancing at your watch, "I better get back to the fam. And you missy, you go get your girl."

I laugh at the way you wiggle your eyebrows, but don't bother trying to deny that what you're insinuating is perfectly correct.