The kiss deepened. Addison tilted her head, pressing closer, her tongue brushing against Samantha’s lips until Samantha opened for her without thinking. The taste was sweet, dizzying, like summer fruit and stolen secrets.

Samantha’s knees felt weak, her back pressed against the wall as Addison stepped in, closing every inch of space between them.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together.

Samantha whispered, “Addie, we can’t—”

Addison smiled, soft but determined. “We already are.”

And she kissed her again, harder this time.

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The house was loud with the sound of parents returning, groceries being unpacked, and kids running down the hall. Samantha...