“It's a mess, Rose, a muddled wreck.” She heard the franticness in her voice.

“It's not,” Rose said. “Let loose, see how simple it is.” She squeezed her hands to the side of Orva's face, shifted her head and contact their lips together.

Orva contemplated the last time she kissed a girl. Hadn't that been the most horrendously terrible slip-up of her life? She shut her eyes and imagined that girl's extraordinary gaze.

It had been the most cherishing and enthusiastic mix-up she'd made, and she just thought twice about it since she was caught. She pushed her tongue inside Rose's mouth.

Orva was gasping and felt tipsy when they...