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Drew laughed. “Baby, bite me as hard as you need. I like it.”

Meeting their gaze, Rose nodded and let her mouth go back to their neck. She kissed them, letting her lips drag on their skin. But as they pushed deeper inside her, Rose whimpered and bit down.

“Just like that.” Drew groaned, the pain turning them on.

Rose could feel Drew’s pleasure dripping down her fingers, forcing a moan out of her throat. She couldn’t hold back any more as her body tensed. As she did, she felt Drew’s channel tighten around her fingers, flexing as they neared their own orgasm.

Their moans had grown into screams, both of them unable to stop themselves from grinding faster and faster.

Drew gripped Rose’s ass as she bit harder into their neck.

“Fuck, Drew.” Rose whimpered as her body released onto Drew’s fingers.

“Oh god, Rose.” Drew followed, their body seizing under her touch.

Both of their muscles released with a loud groan, their breathing heavy as they slowly pulled their fingers out of each other. Rose moaned when Drew fully pulled out, the absence more noticeable.

Rose rested her forehead on Drew’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath.

Drew brought their finger to Rose’s chin and lifted it to meet their gaze. “Are you okay?”

With a nod, Rose smiled and wet her lips. “More than good. You’re fucking incredible.”

Laughing, Drew kissed her cheek. “You’re one to talk.”

As Drew collected their clothes from the darkroom floor, Rose felt her whole body relax in their presence. She hadn’t imagined they would be such a good fit. Even if Ellen was right that she should take a step back, Rose couldn’t seem to keep herself away from them.

27

DREW

HavingRose nestled into the crook of their shoulder had become the norm for Drew. And as they sat together at the cafe on Third Ave, Drew planted a kiss on Rose’s head. The wedding was just about a month away now.

“You guys really have to stop being so disgustingly adorable in public. We’re gonna get hate-crimed at this rate.” Diana rolled her eyes as she sipped her mimosa.

It was still a little odd to have Rose at a brunch with Diana. Even though they were very close friends, Di was still Drew’s ex from a million years ago.

“We’re at a gay brunch, I think we’re good.” Rose laughed.

With a nod, Diana looked around. “Yeah… and you’re being too gay for that, which is saying something.”

They all erupted with laughter. Turning to Diana, Drew waved toward her. “Finish your story about the femme top.”

“See, you always want the gory details.” Diana wagged her finger at Drew in shame.

Before Drew can push her and distract from the story even further, Rose jumped in. “So, she takes you to the fancy place?”

That was all the reminder she needed to get back on track. “Yeah, we’re at this beautiful, uptown place. I’m so underdressed it’s not even funny. I think I was wearing a strappy tank top and light-wash jeans. I’m feeling like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.”

Diana’s eyes were jumping from Drew to Rose as she told the story. Rolling their eyes, Drew interrupted. “To be fair, you’re like one step away from being a prostitute at this point. No shame.”

Used to Drew’s antics, Rose kept her eyes on Diana as she continued, “We sit down, the waiter is like at her beck and call. We get to the end of dinner, like a five course meal. And she asks me, “So what rate would you be comfortable with?””

Rose covered her mouth to stop herself from outright laughing, a luxury Drew did not afford Diana as a cackle erupted from their chest. Shaking her head, Diana quieted the audience of two. “And I am completely lost. I asked, “Like for my job?” And she goes, “If that’s what you call it.””

It's the kind of story only Diana could tell, never just going on a date with some normal girl. But they’re both too interested to stop the story. “So I get insulted and I’m like who the fuck are you to judge my career, that’s fucked up. And she stops me and says, “No, your rate for this date?” And I realize she thinks she’s hiring me to be there.

“She wants a sugar baby.” Rose giggled, sitting up from Drew’s arms.