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Stefania had to come the rest of the way.

CHAPTER SIX

STEVIE COULDN’T BELIEVEthis was happening. She couldn’t believe she’d actually done it. Granted, Iris’s first impression of Stevie was probably less than ideal, but it certainly didn’t seem to be putting the woman off. After getting past Stevie’s embarrassing nervous babbling, Stefania had taken over.

And with gusto.

Stefania was confident. Sexy. Alluring, even. Stefaniawasadept in bed. She was a goddamn genius.

Iris’s mouth brushed against hers but didn’t press further. Stevie knew she was waiting for her, and god, Stevie wanted to push into those last couple of centimeters between them.

And she would.

Just as soon as she got her stomach to stop flipping around like a gymnast.

She slid her hands down Iris’s arms, just to give her a second to get Stefania back in control. She felt alarmingly like Stevie in this moment—nervous, unsure. What if she sucked at kissing? What if,in their six years together, Adri had simply tolerated Stevie’s kissing, and that was actually the secret reason Adri had wanted to break up?

Stevie closed her eyes to shut out the intrusive thought. She knew it wasn’t true. She felt like she was a pretty good kisser, and she and Adri had always had a good time in bed, even if Adri did call most of the shots. Still, Stevie knew how to make Adri happy, how to make her come and then come again.

That was real.

But that was also after years of knowing Adri as a friend, abestfriend, and Iris was... well, Iris wasn’t Adri.

“You okay?” Iris said, backing up a little. “We don’t have to—”

But before Iris could finish her sentence, Stevie grabbed her hips and yanked her closer, silencing all of her doubts. Like Iris had, she stopped a millimeter from Iris’s lips, but only long enough for Iris to smile. After that, Stevie closed her mouth around Iris’s bottom lip, tugging ever so slightly with her teeth before settling into something softer. Stevie kept her tongue to herself, using her lips to play with Iris so they could both settle in.

Iris, however, didn’t seem to want soft. She buried her hands in Stevie’s hair and opened her mouth wider. Her tongue sought Stevie’s, tangling them together as a moan slipped from her throat. It made Stevie feel wild. Soon, she had Iris pressed against a wall, her hands roaming her bare waist.

Iris’s own fingers explored too, sliding over Stevie’s rib cage, then down her backside, then up and around toward her breasts. Stevie felt dizzy, her breath coming so fast she worried she’d pass out.

“Do you live nearby?” Iris said, her teeth scraping against Stevie’s neck.

“Um... yeah... I... a few blocks.”

“How many is a few?”

“Um...” Iris sucked Stevie’s earlobe into her mouth. “Fuck.”

Iris laughed, then pulled back a little. “Sounds doable. Want to get out of here?”

Stevie nodded, her lust-addled brain screamingyesin a thousand languages.

Before she could even process what was really happening—what itmeant—Iris was pulling her through the crowd and toward the door. Stevie looked around frantically, finding Ren still standing by the bar, the curvy person from the pool table pressed close against their side. Ren caught Stevie’s eye and gave her a chin nod, and the two-second interaction gave Stevie the courage to keep going.

She could do this.

Clearly, Iris liked her.

Clearly, Iriswantedher.

Stevie could goddamn do this.

IRIS HAD Aforest green Subaru. And she drove fast.

After managing to put her address into Iris’s phone, Stevie found herself facing the door of her third-floor apartment within fifteen minutes of leaving the club. She barely remembered the drive over. Everything felt like she was underwater, blurry and dreamlike.

“Nice place,” Iris said as they stepped into the apartment.