Dylan

Dylan loved the days when she didn't have to wake up at the asscrack of dawn. She could fully relax herself and not worry about looking presentable for school, just to hide in the bathroom. Usually, those days would be Saturday or Monday, but today it was a warm Friday. Dylan opened her eyes, feeling slightly sweaty and smelling fresh air. She blinked her eyes and stared at her two windows on either side of her bed that someone had opened. The sun was shining brightly through and she could hear the wind chimes outside.

It seemed like it would be a good day, OCD was off for some teacher thing, Merri-Lee was down in Manhattan for an interview, Ferragamo was in Yonkers to promote his new clean eating book, and the twins were doing Gawd knows what.

She had no plans for today but wanted to make some. She picked up her phone, texting Cole to come over at 10:30, an hour and a half from now. She didn't even bother to check her phone to see if the answer was yes because she already knew it was.

An hour later, she stepped out her bathroom and jumped up when she saw Cole sitting on her bed. He looked up from his phone and laid it on her nightstand. "Hey," he nodded, "I didn't want to disturb you."

Dylan was suddenly self-conscious of herself and felt awkward in her body. She pushed it far back into her brain and pretended she was a sultry pin up girl. "Hey, I didn't hear you come in," she said in a low, sexy voice but it felt weird too her, so she just went back to her normal voice. "I mean you're 5 minutes early." She said.

Cole laughed and said, "Actually I've been here for 20 minutes ago but it's okay. Come here." He patted his lap.

"Um," Dylan said and plopped down onto his lap. "I need to talk you about something, about me. I need to get it off my chest."

"What's up?" he asked, nuzzling his head into her shoulder. Dylan sighed and craned his face, so he was looking right into her eyes. "Things haven't been easy," she said, "I totally understand if you feel disgusted or overwhelmed with what I'm about to tell you."

Cole's eyes beckoned for her to go on, but his fast beating heart said he was anxious.

"So, I have bulimia, I also cut, I have body issues, and on top of it all, I have sex with guys for money." Dylan admitted all at once. She didn't feel like breaking it into a series of stories and just decided to say it all. She expected for Cole to run away screaming about how messed up she was but he didn't. He looked a little defeated, but she could tell he wasn't thinking of her any less. He just looked a little perplexed trying to consume everything Dylan told him.

"I want to help you with everything," Cole said a couple seconds later, moving her from his lap to her bed. "I do. I don't want you to ever feel alone again. But I want to ask, why do you have sex with guys? What kind of guys? Guys that are old and have a lot of money?" he asked. Dylan didn't say anything, and he sighed. "That's not good. These guys are taking advantage of you. How long has this been going on?"

"A year."

Cole's mouth dropped open and a vein in his jaw popped up. "Wow, look, don't do this again, please. You have me. If you want money just ask, I'll give it to you. If you want to talk, I'm here. If you want someone to hear you about cutting and everything else, I'm here." He said.

They talked for a good thirty minutes with Dylan opening up to him about everything. She cried a couple of times but he wiped her tears away every time.

At the end he said, "Just don't have sex with strangers. I want you to have sex with me."

Dylan's insides started to burn with passion and arousal. She wanted Cole and he was right here. Nothing or no one else mattered. She knew it was wrong, everything they did and would do, but she couldn't help herself. They had deep feelings for each other and it had been awhile since they had done this. Cole was Dylan's first and she actually missed how everything felt, the warmth and emotions involved. She couldn't get that with strangers.

"I want you so bad," she whispered to him and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He kissed her back and they started to kiss each other slowly, but then faster. Cole pulled her on top of him again and started to rub all down her backside. She moaned in pleasure. "I've waited to do this again for this so long." She told him.

Cole nodded, breathing heavy underneath her. "Me too."

He switched positions and laid her down on her back with him on top of her. Cole kissed her neck and made her way down his stomach, whipping off her shorts. By the time he reached where he wanted to go, she was already dripping with sweat and excitement. She felt a knot in her stomach but that all went away after what Cole did to her. She wanted to go over the edge but refrained from letting herself do it.

"Let's move on," Dylan sighed, shuddering with pleasure. She grabbed ahold of his jeans, waiting for him to take it off and started for his boxers. "No." Cole said. "You can do that another time, but I want to go straight to it. I want to show you how it feels when you're not with a stranger. I want to show you how it used to be with both of us. I want to show you how it should feel with a person that cares for you."

Dylan was surprised, not because he really wanted to show her how sex feels like when you're in love, but the fact he passed up on head. No teenage boy would ever. That's why Cole was different, and it turned her on. "Okay," she nodded. "Show me how it should feel."

Cole took out a condom and looked up at Dylan when he had it slipped on. She nodded again and laid back. Cole positioned himself and then within a minute, she was in heaven. She could feel all the sexual tension between them being unraveled. But Gawd, Cole didn't lie, it definitely did feel different from what she had experienced. She could feel the love between them, it wasn't just sex, it was everything else too and it made her feel good.

"Dylan, I love you so much." Cole said and leaned down to kiss her.

"I love you too." She admitted, looking deep into his eyes while moaning. "You mean so much to me."

The sense of time left them as they just continued until they were both worn out. When they collapsed on Dylan's bed, she stared at the time, surprised to see it was only 12. It felt like they had been going at it for a lifetime. "That was great," she said, staring at her ceiling. "

Yeah." Cole gave her a kiss on the cheek. Dylan was ready to kickstart the next round but a knock on her door both startled them. She looked at Cole with wide eyes.

"Dylan," Ferragamo said from the other side. "Are you up?"

"Go! Go!" Dylan quickly mouthed to Cole. Ferragamo would prosecute her if he saw Cole in here. Cole started to put on his clothes but tripped. Ferragamo started to bang on the door frantically and Cole looked at Dylan. She thought about the bathroom but then motioned towards the open window.

Cole looked skeptical at first but in the broad daylight he climbed down the trellis and fell onto the grass. Dylan hoped no one saw it as he ran to his car down the street. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the door.

Ferragamo must've left and Dylan shrunk down into her sheets with the blankets over her head.

Dylan looked at her phone that was buzzing with I love you texts from Cole. She smiled, texting him back and locked her phone. She got excited when it vibrated again, expecting a text from him but it was from Massie.

She was wondering when they could get together. Dylan's happiness deflated as she thought about TPC. Then, shit, Kristen. Dylan and Cole had slept together. Cole had cheated. But it wasn't bad right? Kristen and Cole had a failing relationship already.

Dylan tried to convince herself of that much, but anxiety was bubbling inside her. She thought about getting a glass of water and tiptoed outside her room and down the stairs. She made an annoyed sound when she heard Ferragamo shuffling down in the living room and took another way to the kitchen. She rounded the corner and went to the cabinet to retrieve a cup. She stopped however when she heard giggling.

Dylan hid behind a pillar and peeked out. She saw Jaime and Ferragamo, standing notably in close proximity with each other in the living room. She thought it was something innocent until he tugged on her butt and brought her closer to him. That's when alarms started going off in her head and she stood there staring. Ferragamo looked at Jaime then kissed her in a passionate embrace. Dylan stumbled back in shock.

Ferragamo was cheating on Merri-Lee with Jaime, her own daughter? All those weird moments between them suddenly had context as she realized what was going on.

Dylan didn't know what to do and scrambled for her phone. She made sure her ringer was off and snapped a picture. She was so shocked, she quietly went up the stairs and forgot her water. She just couldn't believe what was going on!

Dylan shook her head, wondering what this meant.

Alicia

Alicia's heart thudded nervously against her chest.

Today was the day she learnt her fate.

She could either walk free or end up going to jail. It was all in the hands of the court.

But for Alicia's sake, she hoped she would be dismissed. She couldn't go to sleep last night because she kept thinking about the outcome. Tomorrow everything could be the same or drastically different.

Alicia anxiously played with the button on her navy blazer. She was seated in her family's limo with Len, Nadia, Carla, and Sylvia—her probation officer. She rarely met up with Sylvia but that was because Len paid her hush money and told her to lie about Alicia's progress. The Rivera's would do anything to make the process as easy and smooth as possible. They didn't want their name stained.

"Stop," Nadia snapped from the side of her mouth. "Don't wrinkle your blazer." She scolded Alicia harshly and went back to giving Carla a death glare.

Alicia didn't say anything and placed her hands in her lap. She balled them in fists to keep them from shaking but it was no use, they still shook anyway. She took two deep breaths hoping to still her whole body but there was no point. She would be a bundle of anxiety until she learnt her fate.

"Mija," Len said from across the limo. "I want you to keep your chin up. If they see fear, they'll walk all over you." He told her.

Next to him, Carla nodded and added, "I know we're not going through what you're going through right now, but even at the worst time, you must project confidence!" she boldly exclaimed as if she was a motivational speaker.

"Thanks," Alicia said flatly. There was no way she was going to get through this.

Forty minutes later, the limo pulled up in front of the courthouse. A wave of nausea rolled around Alicia's stomach as she saw the groups of reporters on the steps. They were eagerly awaiting her arrival like hungry wolves. It made Alicia's heart feel as if it was going to fall out her chest.

"Is there another way we can go in?" she asked no one in particular.

"No," Nadia said, shoving against Carla. "Let's get out and get this over with." She opened the door and stepped outside before anyone could stop her. The reporters immediately flanked around the limo when they saw Alicia's mother and hounded her with questions. She didn't bat an eyelash as a security guard ushered her inside.

Len groaned. "Your mother always has to make a scene," he shook his head. "But don't let that get you down, mija." He said. Alicia wanted to tell him it was too late, that she was already doubting everything thanks to her mom, but she didn't say anything.

"Are you ready to get out, sir?" Sylvia asked Len. She looked as if this was the last place she wanted to be with her tired, waterlogged eyes and frown. Len nodded and Sylvia pushed Alicia towards the door.

As much as Alicia wanted to run, she couldn't and held her head up high. She stepped out the car and was nearly blinded by a thousand of flashes. She lost her footing on the curb and a guard rushed over to her, helping Alicia to her feet. She blushed with embarrassment and instinctively held her head down. She was closed in a tight circle with four guards and everyone else around her. Alicia could only see glimpses of the reporters but they fired off so many questions it hurt her brain.

"There will be no comments!" Carla hollered back at the reporters.

Alicia thought she was going to scream and was thankful when they reached the door. She thought it would be calm but it was way more hectic. There were more reporters inside than outside. They had all come to see the final conclusion of not only Alicia's case, but the A-team case.

"Don't speak to any of them," Carla firmly instructed her with an iron-clad grip on her arm. Alicia swallowed and nodded.

A tall man with a suit came over to them and whispered to Carla. She nodded, and they followed him down the hall. The news outlets ran over to get at least a word out of Alicia but she tuned them out. The man led them down more halls—that the media wasn't allowed access to thankfully—and opened the door to a small room.

Nadia was seated on a suede couch on a far wall. A team of seven people milled around the coffee table in the middle with coffee and snacks. They loudly chattered and started at the plasma screen on the wall. They must've been under the jurisdiction of Carla because they instantly perked up and went silent when they saw her. Everyone settled on the two couches while Alicia opted for a small, club chair in the corner.

"They will call you soon," the man in the suit said. "For now, please sit tight."

He closed the door and the room instantly went back into a flurry of talking. Alicia's anxiety flared even higher when they talked about the possible outcome of her case. She shakily went to get a glass of water and sat back down. She took a couple of sips and tried her best not to freak out.

Carla and her team came over to Alicia to prepare her for what she was about to go through. Alicia tried to absorb it all, but she could barely pay attention. She felt numb all over as she realized this was real and not another one of her scary nightmares. She swallowed when the door opened five minutes later and the tall man in the suit poked his head in. "They're ready," he nodded.

Alicia wanted to look back at Len or Nadia for support but she kept her head straight with her shoulders high. They followed tall man through the halls, pass the hungry press and into the courtroom. Alicia's insides liquefied when she saw the jury, glaring down at her and shuffling papers in their hands. Alicia swallowed a lump in her throat as she forced her legs to walk. She sat next to Carla at a table on the right with Layne Abeley on the left side.

A judge walked in and sat in her seat. She looked over at Alicia who gave her a smile in hopes to win her over. The judge frowned and put a pair of glasses on. "You may be seated," she said and everyone sat down. "Now, let's begin…"

Those words practically shook Alicia to her core. This was it.

Alicia went through testifying, hearing Layne testifying, dealing with the arguments being put forth, etc. It went by so fast Alicia jumped out her seat when the judge ruled a recess for the jury to decide. She broke out into a cold sweat and started to pace around. Everyone else was talking or standing outside. Alicia saw her father slip out for a minute but didn't think anymore about it.

"Hey," Carla approached her, startling Alicia practically. "I wanted to say you're doing good. I think you'll have a good outcome." Carla said.

Alicia nodded, her whole body feeling heavy. "Where's the other girls?" she asked about the other A-team members.

"They have separate trials." Carla told her. "But I don't think they'll be getting off easy."

Alicia hoped they did get off easy because they didn't deserve this.

She looked at Layne on the other side of the room. She didn't even seem regretful. Alicia had things she wanted to say to her but kept them inside. She didn't need to make a scene before the decision was made. However, she would be writing Layne a few choice words in the future.

Layne suddenly looked over at Alicia and eerily smiled. Alicia shuddered and sat back down in her seat.

An hour later, everyone filed back into the room and the jury walked inside. Carla swung down into her seat and grasped Alicia's hand under the table. They nervously anticipated the decision as a member of the jury stood. "We find Layne Abeley," he paused, "Guilty and sentence her to at least 5 years of prison."

Everyone gasped. Layne's mother nearly collapsed out of her seat as people rushed over to help her. Layne sat there emotionless as if she didn't expect nothing less. Alicia wanted to feel sorry for her but she couldn't. She took a deep breath and faced the jury. She hoped they would be lenient to her at least.

The man from the jury allowed a few seconds of uproar before the judge slammed down her gavel. "Quiet!" she boomed and nodded at the man to continue.

Alicia held her breath as the man's mouth opened. "We find Alicia Rivera," he gave a long twenty second pause. "Not guilty and acquitted of all charges due to insufficient evidence."

Alicia's chest dropped and relief flooded all over her. "Ohmygosh!" she shouted happily. She could almost kiss the whole jury. Carla gave her a big hug and cheered. Over her shoulder, Alicia could see Layne's family sobbing and claiming how Alicia was let off scot-free. Layne's mother went up to the judge who ignored her. "Court dismissed!" she slammed her gavel down and exited the room.

Alicia stared blankly but was shaken away when her father gave her a hug. "I knew it!" he said. "Thank you, Carla for everything." He smiled warmly. Carla gave him a sultry wink and Nadia who was next to Len walked out the room. Alicia pretended it didn't bother her and shook the hands of people who said they wished her well. Sylvia came up to her to say she was glad this was over and left to call a cab.

Alicia followed Len out the courtroom where the media was awaiting. They immediately ambushed Alicia with questions, asking for the verdict. Alicia had no idea why when they could see judging by her huge grin, but she paused briefly.

"I'm a free woman," she told them and looked at her father who nodded in approval to go on. She stared at the CNN camera or was it the NBC camera? "But let this be a lesson. For all those who are being targeted because they cannot defend themselves, stand up or tell someone." She swallowed. "I've made a lot of mistakes but I'm hoping my life can go back to normal."

She left it at that.

Alicia was still cruising on her acquittal high but felt as if she needed to apologize to someone. Someone she knew she had caused pain. So, after getting home, she announced to her father she was going out for a drive. He didn't say anything because he was too busy breaking the news to everyone. He just nodded and sent her on her way. Now, Alicia was outside Dylan's house. She had to make things right.

She had psyched herself out six times but finally managed to get out the car. When she did, she shot back down when she saw Dylan's window open. She squinted her eyes expecting to see Dylan but instead she saw a boy. Alicia ducked inside her car as the boy climbed down the trellis. He landed safely on the ground and took off running. Alicia gasped when she saw it was Cole. She put two and two together and gasped again.

This was suddenly more interesting than her court case right now.

Claire

"So, where to?" Tati asked Claire when they were seated in her 2003 Ford Focus. "I don't know," Claire said, trying to swallow the anxiety that was inside her right now. "Well," Tati laughed. "It is Friday evening, so there should be something for us to do."

"It's up to you," Claire told Tati who nodded and went online to check out restaurants in the area.

Meanwhile, Claire was silently panicking. She was with Tati, the girl she had budding crush on and they were going on a date. Well, hanging out. But she would've guessed it was a date, Tati had on a polka dot sundress with a red cardigan and Steve Madden sandals. She looked pretty with her pink lipstick and hair in a bun. Everyone had immediately asked her if she was going somewhere when she came in, to which she answered, "No, just wanted to do a little bit of something".

But, what if was like a date or something? I mean, Claire had dressed a little dressy casual with shorts, Tory Burch flats, and a blouse. Ugh, Claire didn't know. She had texted Massie about the date, omitting the fact it had to deal with a girl. Massie had told her to just stop worrying and have fun. That was no help because Claire was sweating like she was in a sauna.

"Let's go to Sylvias," Tati said, clipping her seatbelt. "Is that fine?"

"Yeah, sure!" she said all too excitedly and silently kicked herself for it. Tati smiled and pulled out the rec center parking lot. The conversation fizzled out like yesterday and Claire cleared her throat. "So, how long are we planning to stay out?" she asked. "I'm just asking because my curfew is 11."

Tati shrugged. "Who knows?" she laughed. "But mines is 11, too."

Claire nodded. She was honestly surprised when Judi had allowed her to hang out with someone. She said Claire was a legal adult and harshly put that if she wanted to go out and ruin her life with drugs, by all means she could. Judi nor Jay would allow for her to live at home anymore if that was the case, but Claire was definitely on her best behavior. She was having withdrawal symptoms but she was managing.

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Tati hummed to songs that came on the radio while Claire went over what to say. She had a list of things when they pulled into the diner. They walked into the bustling restaurant and waited for someone to get them a table. Once they were sat, a beady-eyed old waitress approached their table. "Well, what do we have here? A pretty looking couple, I see?" she placed down the menus. "How nice!"

Claire blushed and Tati giggled. "Oh, no we're just friends," Tati said.

Claire had no idea why but "friends" brightened up her day. Tati was considering her as someone now. It may not be girlfriend but it was something. "Ha!" the lady laughed. "I've heard that one before!" she winked. "Well, just know that you should be!"

The girls both smiled shyly and asked for two lemonades. When the lady had came back with their drinks, they decided on what they wanted to order. Claire got a chicken sandwich with a side of mashed potatoes and Tati ordered waffles with hash browns.

"Just in the breakfast mood, you know?" Tati smiled.

Claire found herself smiling and thought to herself about how cute Tati was. "So," Tati cleared her throat and buttered a roll from the table. "I'm sure you're wondering about my story." She said.

Claire pushed her hair behind her ear and said, "Oh, you don't have to. I can tell you my story if you want." She offered.

Tati shook her head. "No, it's fine." She sighed.

"Well, I'm bi," Tati started, nearly sending Claire into a heart attack once she actually confirmed it. "People don't expect that I know. Anyway, two years ago when I was a sophomore I was just figuring out I liked girls. I didn't care who knew and came out to everyone. The only people that didn't accept me were the ones at church. Some of my family did, some of them didn't. Fuck them anyway." She shrugged.

"I met this girl who was a year older than me. I went out with her and she fucked me up. The beginning of the relationship was fine but around 3 months she told me she had gotten into drugs."

"This wasn't like weed or shit. This was hard-level shit man like heroin. I thought, well okay it's not that bad, she can do whatever. Then, she told me she slept with her drug dealer to get free drugs. I was hurt but I loved her and didn't want to leave." Tati explained. "It got worse. She blamed me because she said if I'd stop being a bore and actually did drugs then we'd be fine. I did it to please her and it slowly became an obsession. We weren't even together anymore, all we did was drugs when we were together."

"I let her fucking use me. I went out to get drugs for her. I let her push me around. Call me names. And you know what hurts?" she paused for a minute as their food came out. "She still cheated," she started to eat her waffle. "I did everything in my power and she still cheated. She lied still. She would blame all her mistakes on me and get mad if I call her out about it. Every now and then, she'd slap me. After like 10 months, she ghosted me and it hurt. I started doing drugs more and my family had no clue what was going on. When they found me shaking in my room because of withdrawal they put the pieces together. It took forever but I finally got help."

Claire had no idea what to say. She couldn't believe anyone would ever do that, especially to Tati. "I'm so sorry," she said, finally digging into her sandwich after a while. "You didn't deserve that. I wish there was more I could say but there's nothing I know."

Tati waved her hand. "It's fine," she sighed. "I'm moving past that." She ate the last of her waffle but didn't touch her hash browns. "What's your story?"

Claire explained the whole story from the beginning, Sienna incident, Cam, the party last year, and then Tyler. "Wow," Tati said afterwards. "Really dramatic. I'm sorry about that. You're so sweet and pretty and that Sienna Miller is a bitch. Screw your ex too."

Claire's heart was just fluttering because Tati had called her pretty. "Yeah," she looked down at her empty plate, trying to hide her amused expression. Maybe it was a reach, but she felt as if Tati was feeling her the same way Claire was.

"We should get the check." Tati said. When the check came around to 30 dollars even, the girls both split it equally. Tati grabbed the receipt from the waitress and they both made their way to the front door when someone crossed in front of them.

Claire's blood went cold when she realized it was Tyler. "Claire Lyons, the snitch," he laughed. "Didn't think we would cross paths." He said smoothly and took in Claire's outfit. Claire hated to admit a thrill went through her when he studied her and gave her an intense look. She had to tell herself to snap out of it though to avoid any trouble and pulled Tati away.

"Where are you going?" Tyler crossed their path.

Was it see-your-ex week or something?

"I don't want any trouble," Claire swallowed, feeling bad that Tati was being put in the crossfire.

Tyler clutched a to-go box under his arm and said, "Claire, we had to split ways for the best. Doesn't mean I have beef with you, but the rest of the squad does. I can't blame them for that." He rocked back and forth on his heels.

Claire shook her head and said, "You didn't answer anything I sent you. You didn't care I was hurting." She snapped.

Tyler stared at her. "It was for the best," he told her. "It's time to move on anyway."

Claire looked at Tati who looked confused until Claire whispered it was her ex. A look of realization went on her face and she nodded.

"So, what do you want?" Claire asked.

Tyler motioned to a Land Rover parked in front of the restaurant. "I was just hungry. But you should come to this party I'm going to. It's near the Westside so you won't see the people you snitched on. Let's just get in my car and go, you know?" he asked. Claire opened her mouth to decline but Tati was already heading out.

"What?" Claire said in disbelief, following Tati. "What are you doing? You don't know him!"

Tyler followed behind them, his eyes drifting down to their bare legs. He swooped into the front seat and Tati opened the door for the passenger side. "One thing you don't know about me Claire," Tati paused. "Is that I love risk-taking." She hopped inside which left Claire in the back. She couldn't believe what was going on but said nothing.

Tyler looked in the rearview mirror. "Why'd you snitch?" he asked, so suddenly.

It caught Claire off guard but she deadpanned and straight up said, "Either me or them."

Tyler cocked an eyebrow. "You're lucky I'm forgiving and like you. The others wanted to jump you but since I run shit, they know they can't. If I didn't like you I sure would've let them," he laughed, "We're not together but I'm still looking out for you."

Claire and Tati shared a look in the mirror.

The party on WestSide was so crowded that you couldn't walk without bumping into someone. It didn't help it was a small, cramped two story house too. Tati and Claire had immediately lost Tyler when they walked in, but they couldn't care less. "Fucking douche," Tati muttered, shaking her head. "He was insufferable. We'll just Uber back to the restaurant."

Claire laughed, pushing past the throngs of people in the living room. "He is." She shook her head.

They ended up in the kitchen where party cups were stacked high and vomit was on the floor. Claire carefully stepped around passed out people and made her way to the drinks. She poured herself some Sprite and Tati did the same. They sipped their drinks and watched as people tried out a keg stand. It was too much for one person who vomited all over the carpet in the living room. "Don't know whose house this is, but they have some cleaning to do." Tati remarked.

"Let's go somewhere else." Tati went up the stairs and looked for a room. All of them were locked except one, but it sounded like two people were in there. The bathroom had a line and so did the other one across the hall. Tati bit her lip in frustration. She rounded the corner where another room was. She took a bobby pin out her hair and unlocked the door.

"Nice." Claire said. Tati gave her a devious smirk and led her inside. She closed and locked the door behind them. "Fucking hell, out there." She rolled her eyes.

They were inside a room with a twin bed surrounded by The Smiths posters. A song from them played nearby on speakers. Claire hummed along and sat on the bed. Tati sat next to her but neither of them said anything.

"Have you ever felt like you connected with someone?" Tati asked. "Like you've only known them for a short period but you guys, connected?"

Claire nodded, hoping she was talking about her. Tati's thighs were right against Claire's and so were her arms.

Tati turned to looked at her and Claire did the same. Tati leaned forward and pressed her lips into Claire's. Claire could feel a startling difference between anyone else she had kiss. She felt a weird spark inside her that asked for more. Claire put down her drink and kissed her back. Tati leaned more towards her and placed one of her hands on Claire's neck.

A shiver went down Claire's spine. She kissed her harder, wanting more and more of Tati. It'd seemed as if they were soulmates looking for each other. She felt a harder passion than she did before. She continued kissing her until it started to gravitate towards making out. Everything was fine until Tati pulled away.

"What?" Claire crinkled her eyebrows in confusion. Tati smiled and said, "Nothing but Claire I think I'm falling for you."