Page 8 of Lesbian Professor (Sapphic Sweethearts #6)

Noelle

“ S omething is wrong with me,” I sigh.

Tori stares at me from across the dinner table. She sets her fork down.

“Talk.”

“I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Start from the beginning,” Jessica says, dancing into the room. She’s carrying more plates than a normal person should be able to carry. She sets them down on the mahogany table, slides into her seat, and looks at me.

“I don’t even know.”

“Have you talked to your ex?” Tori asks. “Is that what this is about?”

“Judy?” I ask. My mouth feels dry when I think about her. Not in a good way, though. Not like when I think about Polly. “No, it’s not about her.”

“Forget her,” Jessica says.

“Thanks.”

“I mean it.” Jessica reaches for a glass and pours herself some red wine. “She screwed you over. Forget about her. You don’t need to waste a single minute thinking about her.”

“I don’t want to think about her,” I say.

“And you shouldn’t. She was terrible to you. I haven’t forgotten.”

“I’m aware,” I say. My sister has always had my back.

“If it’s not about her, then what’s the situation?” Tori stays calm. She’s a voice of reason in a wild, chaotic moment.

“You know that girl I went home with last night?” They both stare at me.

“Yes?” Jessica says. She chugs the wine and pours another glass.

“You okay?” I ask her.

“Sorry, did you want some?” She holds the bottle toward me.

“No.”

“What’s the deal with the girl?” Tori asks, trying to keep me on track.

“I went home with her.”

“Yes, dear. We know that.” Jessica stares at me like I’ve said something dumb.

“Well, we had a great night together.”

“Good,” Tori says. “Was this your first date since the breakup?”

“It wasn’t a date,” Jessica says. She smiles, laughs. “Not by any stretch of the imagination.”

“Hey! Even if that’s true, you don’t have to sound so gleeful,” I say.

“Sorry.”

“It was,” I say. “It was great.”

She was great.

Wild.

Free.

Polly was so uninhibited and wonderful and wild.

I loved our time together. I loved being with her, loved touching her.

I can’t quite capture just how much I loved the way she touched me, held me.

When she kissed me, it was like everything else just faded away.

The entire world suddenly made sense. My world made sense.

I felt love.

So much love.

“Sounds hot,” Tori says.

“It was.”

“Did you show her who’s boss?” Jessica says.

“Something like that.”

“She sounds great,” Tori says. “Did you two go to breakfast today?”

“No. I rushed off to work.”

“That’s too bad. Are you going to see her again?”

“I want to.”

“But you’re worried it’s too soon,” Jessica says.

“No. I’m worried because she’s in my Creative Writing class.”