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I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close and kissing her hair.

“How does it feel?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’m still deciding. But it doesn’t feel bad?” That was something. She could try on any labels she wanted until she found one that fit her.

“That’s awesome, baby.”

She let out a happy sound and burrowed closer to me.

“I think I’d be okay with being a lesbian.”

I let out a snort. “I think I’d be okay with you being a lesbian too. It’s a pretty great thing to be, in my experience.”

No complaints from me.

“My parents are probably going to throw me a party.” She sounded a little grumpy about that and then winced.

“Now I sound ungrateful. I don’t mean to be. My parents are amazing, and I love them. But they’re going to make a big deal about it, and I don’t know if I’m ready for them to buy matching ‘I love my lesbian daughter’ shirts.”

That image made me laugh. They really were the sweetest people.

“You could make shirts for them.”

She fiddled with my belly ring. “I could. Maybe I will.”

A comfortable silence fell between us.

“I’m still nervous to tell them. Even though I know they’ll be fine. There’s a tiny part of me that wonders.”

It was only natural that she’d have that tiny bit of uncertainty.

“I’ll go with you. If you want.” If she needed me to have her back, she had me.

“Would you?”

I clasped her tight for a moment. “Of course.”

“I think I might like that. I’m having dinner with them on Thursday. And then spending all day Sunday with them. You don’t have to come on Sunday, but maybe on Thursday?”

The idea scared me a little, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. I’d suck it up and be there to support her no matter what.

“I’d love to.”

“Thanks, James.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Delaney

It was all tooeasy to fall back into relationship mode with someone, but at the same time, being with James was so different from anything I’d done with Connor.

Firstly, I enjoyed being with her. Any minute I wasn’t in her presence it felt like something was missing. Even my hours at work weren’t the best part of my day anymore. Every day I laughed at least once until tears streamed down my face and my stomach ached because of something silly she’d said.

Having someone in my space again was such a relief. James could be a little bit of a mess, but I didn’t mind. She wasn’t a careless slob likesomepeople.

James respected my opinions and wanted to know what I thought about things. When I talked, she heard and remembered what I said. So many little things that I had never had in a relationship before. It was an adjustment.

Plus, there was the sex. Oh my god. The sex. The sex to end all sex. I was pretty much open for anything and we were blowing through my new Fuckme List with rapid speed. Not everything worked out, but we gave it a shot anyway.