Set The Record Straight: A Sapphic Holiday Novella

“I actually thought there were only two kinds of love before. That it was just love like your family or romantic love. But I think there may be hundreds of kinds. Love like a new lease on life. Love like a place to exist freely. Love like being understood. Love like the contented quiet. Love like freshly baked cookies. Love like a thin veil between wishing it’d started earlier and loving the way it began.”

“Don’t cry…” She rubs my back. “They might turn out terrible,” she coos.

Not that I’m complaining. I just didn’t think sleeping next to my dream girl would mean waking up to her elbow in my rib each night.