When I was younger, I hated Sundays.

Sundays were when I was dragged out of bed early and forced to go to Church. I would have to listen to stuck up old people ranting about how people should live their life a certain way, and if they didn't, they were classed as sinners or wouldn't be given a special place up in heaven.

Sundays were family days, where I would have to act a certain way and present myself in a certain way to ensure that I wouldn't mess up the reputation my family had worked so hard to build. I would have to follow the rules- only speak when spoken to, don't answer back, don't give your opinion on anything that doesn't concern you.

Sundays were the days when I felt trapped, alone, like the world had stopped spinning but everything around me was still moving somehow. Sundays were always filled with anxiety and I couldn't take a step out of place, or everything would fall apart.

It was all complete fucking bullshit.

Because everything still fell apart.

After that though, Sundays changed.

Sundays were when I could stay in bed until whatever time I wanted. I didn't have to go to church and listen to people tell me that what I felt was wrong. Sundays were when I could cuddle up to my friends, my real family, and I didn't have to constantly worry about saying the wrong thing around them; they would still love me the same, regardless. Sundays were filled with peace, quietness and everything was moving at the pace I wanted it to move.

Nothing seemed broken, I wasn't broken, and all of the pieces that had once been shattered had now fallen into place.

Sundays for the past three months had been different.

Sundays had become the day where I would think endlessly about Brittany, after watching her dance breathtakingly on a Friday and Saturday night, and Sundays had become the day where I wished I would be curled up in bed beside the mysterious blonde dancer.

Sundays had become the start of the five days without seeing her, where the countdown until I got to see her again started all over again.

I wondered what Brittany thought about Sundays. I wondered if she ever hated them and I wondered how she spent the final day of the week. If she spent it dancing, if she spent it sleeping, if she spent it thinking about somebody, if she spent it with her family- if she was happy on a Sunday.

My phone buzzed beside me loudly and I reached my hand out from under the warmth of my sheets, shivering as the cold air prickled against the exposed skin on my arm. I almost grumbled, because who sent text messages first thing in the morning on a Sunday?

But then, I caught a sight of the name on the screen and my heart hammered loudly, a bashful smile appearing on my face. I quickly sat up, the sheets wrapped around me falling to bunch at my waist and I quickly unlocked my phone, biting down on my bottom lip in anticipation.

Brittany: happy Sunday, San! Good morning

Brittany: oh.. this is Brittany btw

I giggled to myself, I think Sundays are my new favourite day of the week.

Santana: good morning Britt, I was just thinking about you

Brittany: great minds think alike, I was just thinking about you, too. Actually, I haven't stopped thinking about you since last night…

Santana: is that right?

Brittany: yup! Your sweet lady kisses are just as sweet in my dreams ;)

Santana: Britt… you're silly

Brittany: soooo, you wanna hang out?

Santana: I would LOVE to

Brittany: I've got to go into work for a few hours but I'll be free around 4?

Santana: sounds perfect, send me your address when you're finished and I'll come pick you up.

Brittany: cool, see you soon San ;)

Santana: see you soon Britt

I locked my phone and dropped it onto my bed as I laid my head back onto my pillows, letting out a squeal of excitement. I glanced over at my nightstand and squinted my eyes, rolling my eyes when noticing that it was only a couple of minutes past eleven and I had a good few hours to waste before I got to see my new favourite blonde.

My stomach churned, in a good way, and it felt like I was still dreaming.

Thoughts of last night, thoughts of Brittany, whirled around in my mind and I brought my hand up to touch my lips at the sudden reminder that Brittany's lips were kissing them last night. Brittany's kisses were unlike any other kisses I had ever felt. They were so soft and gentle, but simultaneously filled with so much passion and precision. Brittany's lips felt heavenly, her kisses were heavenly.

Brittany's kisses filled my body with so many feelings, and I had never been so infuriated from just one make out session; she had me completely hooked, and I don't even think that she knew it. Brittany's kisses were different, the most amazing kind of different, like we were designed to be kissing each other for the rest of our lives.

I always thought that Elaine was a good kisser, but her kisses made me feel nothing like Brittany's.

Elaine's kisses were always messy and rushed, like we were racing to the finish line and we couldn't stop until we reached it. She never took the time for intimate touches and stolen glances, and my body never ached for them in the way it did for Brittany's.

Brittany's kisses made me feel appreciated and wanted, like she was kissing me for both of our pleasure and not just her own. Brittany's kisses were the perfect balance between heated and passionate, and soft and intimate. I wanted more of her and I was slowly starting to regret my decision of cutting our make out session short. I don't think that I could ever get enough of kissing Brittany.

With that last thought, I let out a small huff of annoyance mixed with pent up sexual frustration, and threw the covers off of me. If I had to wait a few hours to see Brittany, I might as well do something productive to pass some time, and by productive I mean go and annoy the crap out of Faberry and their adopted gay.

So within the next hour, I had eaten, showered and I was taking the elevator up to the familiar apartment that they shared. I didn't understand why they all still shared an apartment, I mean I understand Quinn and Rachel- but Kurt? No idea. I paid them well enough to live comfortably, but I guess that they enjoyed having the familiar comfort of being around each other.

I lifted my fist and banged on the door loudly, smirking when I heard a clattering sound coming from the other side. My smirk only widened when a flustered and out of breath Kurt appeared from behind the door.

He paused, trying to collect his breath and I just brushed past him to let myself in. "What the fuck?" I heard him mumble to himself and I chuckled, "why are you knocking on our door like you're the fucking cops and we've got a secret weed grow in our apartment?"

"Do you? Because that would totally make Berry more tolerable," I teased, sitting down on the couch and making myself comfortable.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "make yourself at home," he said sarcastically and I just raised my brows, and put my sneaker clad feet up on the coffee table. "Why are you even here?" Kurt asked with annoyance, coming to sit beside me and tiredly covering his face with his arms.

I shrugged my shoulders, "can I not just come and pay a visit to my dearest of friends?"

"No," he groaned, "Santana, it's like the middle of the night!"

"It's twelve-thirty in the afternoon," I laughed and he dropped his arms, glaring at me. I just glared back at him playfully and he sighed, "where's the lesbians of the apartment?"

"Sleeping, like normal people," he told me with an unamused expression.

"Why are you so grumpy today, Lady?" I asked him, "you're being no fun and you're ruining my good mood." Kurt lifted his head from the back of the couch and looked at me as if I had grown an extra head, and I just smirked at him knowingly.

"Kurt, who are you talking t- oh, S, what are you doing here?" I looked to where Quinn was tiredly rubbing at her eyes as she entered the room, Rachel not far behind her, and I perked up instantly.

"I just wanted a nice morning with my favourite gays, is that a crime now?" I asked them, holding my hands up mockingly, "gosh, what happened to your hospitality?"

Quinn's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she glanced between Kurt and I before shaking her head slightly. "It's way too early for this shit," she groaned and made her way to the kitchen. "Anybody want any coffee?" Quinn asked and I grinned.

"Now we're talking!" I clapped my hands in exaggeration and stood up from the couch, following my, newly demoted, second favourite blonde into the kitchen and pulling myself up onto the counter beside her.

"What's got you so happy on a Sunday?" Quinn asked, rolling her eyes, and I could tell that she was refraining from telling me to get down off of the counter and to sit on a proper seat. I shrugged my shoulders coyly at her in response, my mind wondering back to Brittany and I could feel a small smile tugging at my lips.

"Nothing, Quinnie," I sang and she just cocked an eyebrow at me knowingly. She poured the coffee into mugs and passed them around as Rachel and Kurt came to join us in the kitchen, all three of them turning to me expectantly.

"Santana, I've known you for like ten years. There's a reason why you're being this annoyingly perky on a Sunday morning-"

"Afternoon," I corrected.

Quinn frowned at my interruption, "there's a reason why you're being this annoying perky on a Sunday afternoon, so spill."

"If you must know, Britta-"

"Oh, Brittany!" Quinn's voice dripped with sarcasm as she sipped at her coffee, "there's a surprise."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, "do you want to know or not?"

Kurt elbowed Quinn to shut her up and I have never been so thankful for him than in that moment. "Quinn, just shh," he laughed and then nodded for me to continue.

"Well, last night we went up to my office and-"

"Oh my God, please don't tell me that you had sex on your office couch, I have to sit on that!" Rachel whined and I shot her a glare.

"That's it, I'm not telling you," I told them, frustrated that they kept on interrupting me when I just wanted to ramble about my night with Brittany.

"Holy fuck- you had sex with Brittany on the couch," Kurt accused as he stared at me inquisitively and my eyebrows shot up on my forehead in disbelief. I wondered for a quick second why I had actually thought it was a good idea to come here, because they did nothing but stress me the fuck out.

"I didn't have sex with Brittany!" I defended myself, getting even more annoyed with them. "We just talked! We talked a lot, and then maybe we made out a little bit but that's it! I'm going to see her again when she finishes work," I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, trying to downplay my excitement in front of them because I knew that I otherwise wouldn't hear the end of it.

I watched silently as they all shared a knowing look and I sucked in my lips to stop the smile from appearing on my face as I sipped quietly on the coffee.

"Santana," Rachel sighed and I avoided their stares because I knew that tone of voice. "Santana," she repeated, softer this time and I groaned, putting the mug of coffee on the counter beside me and turning to face them properly.

"What?" I snapped defensively, folding my arms across my chest.

"We just think that you need to be careful," Rachel began and I just let out an annoyed sigh, which didn't go unnoticed, "it's not that we don't trust you, we do, but you weren't even like this with Elaine and you were together for a year."

"That's because Elaine was a cheating whore and I spent most of that year crying over her," I commented dryly, "but Brittany isn't like that!" I offered them a smile, because I appreciated that they just wanted to look out for me and not want a repeat of my last break up, but this was totally different! "Look, I love that you guys just want what's best for me and trust me, I've learnt from my mistakes. But even just from those few conversations with Brittany, she has taken more of an interest in me than Elaine ever did over an entire year. I've got this, and I'm not going to rush it with her, we're just going to take things slow."

"Didn't you just say that you were getting mack on last night?" Kurt laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, and it was amazing, but I stopped us before we went any further," I told them with a small laugh.

"Okay, okay, just… look out for yourself, yeah?" He reaffirmed and I just nodded my head.

The next few hours passed by seamlessly and as it turns out, even spending my afternoon getting teased endlessly by my supposed three best friends could not even ruin my excitement of spending time with Brittany. In fact, as it approached the time when Brittany would be clocking out of work and she sent me a message confirming her address, the excitement only grew. It was almost like I was a small child waiting to open their presents at Christmas, eager and waiting for a feeling of pure happiness and bliss. My fingers tapped at my steering wheel as I waited in the car park of Brittany's apartment building, feeling the nerves building in my stomach. Just like always with Brittany, the nerves were the best kind of nerves and I had never felt so alive on a Sunday afternoon. The knowledge that Brittany would be coming over to my apartment, spending time with me, finally felt like a perfect way to spend a Sunday.

As I anxiously waited for Brittany, I went through a mental checklist to confirm that I actually was prepared for the evening with Brittany because I despite the excitement running through my veins, I felt somewhat calm. Apartment clean and looking presentable enough for Brittany to see for the first time- check. Wine that I stole from Quinn earlier- check. A delicious BreadstiX order in the backseat- check. I glanced down at my outfit, only now realizing that I had forgotten to change out of my jogging bottoms and hoodie and frowned deeply because fuck, I knew that I was forgetting something.

Fuck, fuck. I groaned loudly with frustration, quickly pulling my hair out of the pony tail and then grabbed the hairbrush that I kept stored in my glove compartment for emergencies and made my myself look slightly more presentable. Just as my fingers finished smoothing out the ends of my hair, a knock on the passenger window jumped me out of my internal crisis.

My breath hitched when I turned to see Brittany with a beaming smile on her face, bouncing on her toes and I fumbled to unlock the door for her, my eyes never leaving her. She pulled the door open, slipping inside of the car and she turned to face me. I watched with drying lips as her eyes dropped, scanning my entire body before lifting back to my face and focusing on my lips. I licked them instinctively, inhaling through my nose. Brittany giggled quietly and her eyes snapped to mine in an instant, "you look cute," she commented and I suddenly felt silly about my earlier panic attack about my thrown together outfit.

"Thanks, you do too…" I whispered quietly, before clearing my throat and turning the engine on with trembling fingers. I could see Brittany smirking at me from the corner of my eye and my cheeks burned in embarrassment as she buckled in her seatbelt. "How was work?" I asked her lamely.

"Normally I love it, but for some reason, today I couldn't wait for it to be over," Brittany shrugged and the heat from my cheeks began spreading down my neck, across my entire body.

"Yeah?" I asked her and she nodded in confirmation when I glanced at her as I pulled out of the car park. I couldn't stop my smile from widening and I blushed fiercely, "what do you do for work?"

"I do choreography for Broadway musicals," Brittany told me and my eyes widened because I didn't expect that.

"Shit, for real?" Brittany hummed, almost bashfully, and I smirked in her direction, "anything I might have seen?"

"Uh- West side story, Kinky boots, The lion king and I'm currently working on a running of Wicked… the contract is going to come to an end soon so I'm weighing up my options for future projects," Brittany listed off and with each show she reeled off casually, my eyes widened even more and I could feel my jaw hanging slack.

"Holy fucking shit, so you're like some Broadway Goddess then?" I teased, half joking half serious and Brittany chuckled.

You know what? Now that I'm looking at her, I could totally see Brittany in charge and creating outstanding masterpieces. What am I saying? It should have been obvious from the first moment I watched her dance at the club, that dancing was her profession. How did I not recognize her? In fact, how did Rachel and Kurt not recognize her? They are supposed to be the ones that are obsessed with Broadway and are constantly trolling those nerdy Broadway blogs that probably nobody else in the world even reads beside from the two of them!

"Hardly, San," she laughed, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Maybe just a regular Goddess?" I asked her and laughed loudly when her cheeks instantly flushed.

She narrowed her eyes at me slightly but couldn't hold in her giggles and the sound made the fluttering in my stomach turn into an internal freaking earthquake. "Are you ever not flirting?" Brittany laughed, and I just winked at her.

"With you? Never," I teased, wiggling my eyebrows at her and she just slapped my arm lightly, making me laugh even louder.

It only took another three or four minutes before I was parking up in my usual space, surprisingly Brittany and I didn't actually live that far from one another. I quickly reached into the back and hurried around to the passenger side before Brittany could even think about getting out and bashfully opened the door for her with my free hand. "Oh," Brittany giggled in surprise, "such a gentlewoman."

I chuckled and locked my car, "I picked us up some dinner from BreadstiX, are you hungry?"

Brittany's smile widened, "Breadstix?" She beamed and I held up the bag to show her the goods, "a woman after my own heart!"

I winked at her, "you know it!"

Brittany giggled and I motioned with her to follow me inside of the building. We walked in silence to the elevator, stealing glances at each other and shyly dropping our stares to the ground whenever we were caught by each other. I've never had this; a feeling of anticipation and a giddiness to spend time with somebody, and I never realised how good it would feel until now.

It felt so good to be around Brittany, so good that the five million warnings I got from Rachel, Kurt and Quinn slipped out of my mind with just the sight of that bright smile. God, that smile, it was gorgeous. I didn't know before now that one single smile from somebody could make another person feel happiness, but whenever I looked at Brittany to see her teeth on show and her cheeks bunching up, I felt like the happiest person on this miserable Earth- even on a fucking Sunday.

"Welcome to my humble home," I giggled once I had managed to unlock my front door whilst balancing the bag of food with one hand, Brittany watched me with amusement when I was adamant that I could manage it. Brittany stepped in shyly after me, blue eyes filled with curiosity as they scanned around my apartment with interest.

"You know, you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their apartment," Brittany commented as she followed me into the kitchen.

I settled the bag of food onto the dining table and gestured for her to sit down while I moved to pour us both a glass of wine. I turned back to her and smiled at how adorable she looked sitting in my kitchen, "I think it looks even better with you in it," I told her honestly.

Brittany cocked an eyebrow at me as I gathered some plates, "is that so?"

I hummed in confirmation before sitting down next to her, "I could definitely get used to this," I admitted shyly. Brittany just smiled and my heart felt warmer, lighter in my chest, and that floating feeling was coming back full force as she reached over to cover my hand with hers. "I-I hope you like spaghetti and meatballs," I stuttered out, and then frowned, "I'm sorry, I should have asked you what you liked."

With a small shake of her head, Brittany gave my hand a small squeeze, "spaghetti and meatballs is my favourite," Brittany told me and that was all the reassurance that I needed. I grinned widely at her and started taking the food out of the bag, thankful that BreadstiX wrapped their take out food in foil to keep it warm. "Thanks for this, Santana, it's really kind of you. I love BreadstiX," she looked at the food with wide eyes filled with excitement as I split the portion between our plates.

"BreadstiX is my favourite," I agreed, then giggled. "You know, they hated to see me coming at the BreadstiX back in Lima. I'd love to see their faces if I were to ever go back."

"You haven't been back for a while?" Brittany asked curiously and I paused for a second, contemplating my next words.

I watched as she innocently twirled the spaghetti around her fork and as I looked at her, the thought of Lima didn't bring a familiar stinging pain to my heart. I sighed, shrugging my shoulders, "try five years," I mumbled quietly, looking down at my plate, but I knew that Brittany had heard me because her eyebrows raised a little in shock.

She must have sensed that it was a touchy topic and I was hesitant to talk more about it, because she was quick to change the direction of conversation. "Well, I'm glad that you came to New York, it think you make an awesome city even more awesome. What made you want to open your own club?" She asked, and I looked at her, sending her a thankful smile and she just looked back at me with that same softened expression.

I licked my lips, "I always wanted to move to New York. My best friends and I, we planned to all move here after graduation. Rachel and Kurt enrolled at NYADA and Quinn and I both went to NYC, it was really hard at first but we all got jobs and it helped that we had each other. We used to go out on weekends and I would always complain that all of the clubs were shitty, so I guess it all stemmed from there really," Brittany smiled at me.

"That's nice- that you have them. It's nice that you all stayed close and are working together," she told me and I nodded in agreement; I knew that I was lucky that we maintained our friendships and that I had that support system around me.

"It wasn't always like that, I hated them in high school. Well, I hated Rachel and Kurt, but when I came out they were really there for me and we all bonded a lot in our senior year," I explained and paused, taking a sip of my drink. "What about you?" I asked curiously, "how come you're always coming into the club alone?"

Brittany chuckled, "I left all of my family and friends back in LA when I moved out here for work last year. I was so busy with work that I haven't had the time to really go out and meet people, but I kept hearing all these good things about the club and the dancers from some of the girls that I just had to come and see for myself."

My grin widened and I looked at her curiously, swallowing the food in my mouth. "And what did you think?" I asked, "did it live up to your expectations?"

She leaned in closer to me, her fingertips dancing down my forearm flirtatiously making my entire body shiver. "Oh Santana, it exceeded my expectations," Brittany giggled. "What they did forget to mention, though, was the super gorgeous owner who is apparently also super charming," she pouted at me and I laughed, my knee nudging hers playfully under the table.

"What have I told you about that pout?" I groaned loudly at the sight but I was anything but annoyed.

In fact, I could feel my eyes coming zoning in on her mouth as she puffed out her bottom lip, almost teasingly, and my heart raced in my chest at how fucking adorable she looked when she pouted. Brittany shrugged knowingly, "last time, I got a kiss out of it, worth another try," she giggled. My throat closed up and my eyes flickered to and from her pouting lips to her blue eyes, and I opened and closed my mouth at her words, making her giggles turn into a laugh. "I'm kidding, I know, we're taking this slowly," she winked and I breathed out through my nose, nodding my head in agreement.

"Yeah… slow," I agreed, but I didn't know how much longer I could take taking things slow with Brittany if she kept making comments like that and looking so damn attractive all of the time. "So, you just spend all of your free time alone?" I frowned, going back to our conversation.

I didn't like that thought, Brittany being alone. It made me sad thinking about her going about her day without anybody to talk to. What if she was upset and she didn't have anybody to cry to? What if something good happened and she didn't have anybody to share it with? My frown deepened.

Brittany lifted her hand, her thumb rubbing across my frowning eyebrows, making the frown instantly disappear under her touch.

"My younger sister moved out here for college a couple of months after I moved here, so our parents fly in quite often to visit us," Brittany shrugged, "and I've made friends with some of the dancers I have worked with on jobs."

"Oh, okay, that's good," I breathed out, feeling a bit better and shaking away all of the thoughts of a miserable, lonely Brittany and focused on the bubbly, smiling Brittany in front of me. "Want to play a game?"

"A game?" Brittany laughed, picking up her glass of wine.

"Yeah," I nodded, mimicking her actions.

"What game do you want to play?" She asked.

"The question game," I told her and she laughed again, louder this time.

"Are we twelve?"

"Brittany.." I whined, putting my glass back down. "I really want to know more about you. You fascinate me and I want to learn about you," I told her.

"Okay."

"Okay?" I asked with a smile. She nodded, "cool. So we just ask each other a question and-"

"San, I know how to play," Brittany interrupted me with a laugh and I smirked at her, rolling my eyes. "You know, if you keep rolling your eyes then one day they are going to get stuck."

"Really?" I raised my eyebrow at her and she just smirked back at me.

"Are you going to ask me a question or not?" She teased, before finishing her last mouthful of food.

I just wiggled my brows at her and collected her empty plate with my own, "let me just put these in the sink and I'll grab us some more wine." Brittany nodded, and I could feel eyes burning into me as she followed all of my movements.

My heart raced under her stare and as I quickly moved around the kitchen, discarding the empty plates into the sink and taking the bottle of wine out of the fridge, before settling back at the table with Brittany. Brittany didn't hesitate in shuffling her chair closer to me and my breath hitched for the millionth time when she reached for my legs, pulling them across her lap.

Brittany's fingers danced lightly up and down my thighs, soothingly, and I felt my eyes flutter shut from the sensation, even through the material of my pants, my skin burned from her touch. "Is this okay?" Brittany whispered and I opened my eyes to see her staring back at me with a titled head, her eyes bright, my heart racing wildly.

I nodded with a smile, "y-yeah," I told her softly. "Do you want more?" I asked her as I reached over to fill up my glass, trying not to spill it from how much my hands were shaking from her touching me.

"Please," Brittany smiled and I just topped up her glass before screwing the lid back onto the bottle.

"So, my turn first?" I asked and Brittany grinned, nodding as she used her free hand, that wasn't tracing patterns on my thigh, to pick up the glass. "What's your favourite memory?"

"I have so many," Brittany's lip jutted out into a pout, but I think that this time it was subconscious, because it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "I think my favourite memory was watching the opening night of the first Broadway show I choreographed for. I was so nervous that what I had put together wasn't good enough, that people wouldn't get what I had created. I felt so much pressure because my parents came to watch and I always felt like I had to prove to them that dancing is a good enough career. But when I saw it up on stage for the first time, and I looked around the audience to see everybody watching like it was magic, it was one of the best feelings ever."

"That's a really nice memory," I smiled, noticing how her eyes lit up as she spoke. "What did your parents think about it?" I asked her.

"They loved it, they cried so much," Brittany laughed and my smile widened, her relationship with her parents sounded sweet, and I found that endearing. It was refreshing to hear about parents that actually cared about their child; I'm glad Brittany had that. "What's the best feeling you have ever felt?" Brittany asked and my eyebrow cocked at her.

"That's your question?" I asked, Brittany nodded.

I smirked and settled my glass back onto the table before lifting my hand to cup her cheek, my thumb rubbing across her protruding cheek bone. I could practically feel the heat rising to her face under the palm of my hand and giggled, "whenever I'm with you," I told her, honestly. Brittany's face softened and I could see her eyes swirling with an intense look of adoration. "You make me feel better than anything or anybody ever has. When I first saw you dance at the club, when we had that first conversation, when I kissed you yesterday, now, those feelings make me feel like I'm in heaven."

Brittany's fingers abruptly stopped rubbing circles on my thighs and she just stared at me. My heart was racing, I didn't know whether it was because of how close we were sitting, or how she was looking at me, or because of what I had just admitted to her, but it felt like it was about to fall out of my chest and into her lap.

"Can I kiss you?" Brittany asked quietly. Her voice was shaky, and I could tell that she was nervous, and my eyes shut naturally when her forehead slowly came to rest against mine. It was an intimate gesture, and an intimate moment, and suddenly I couldn't control my undying want for her.

"It was my turn to ask a question, silly," I giggled but my other hand somehow found its way to her other cheek to keep her in place against me.

"Santana, just kiss me," Brittany laughed and that was the last bit of encouragement I needed.

I leaned in slowly, closing the distance between us, which wasn't much and I inhaled sharply through my nose as the softness of her lips fit so perfectly between mine. The kiss wasn't rushed, or heated, just our lips pressing together and moving slowly, like we were exploring each other for the first time all over again.

Brittany's hands moved from resting on my thigh, wrapping tightly around my waist; and in that moment, I knew… Sundays were definitely my new favourite day of the week.