"SO, WHAT DO WE HAVE ON OUR SCHEDULE TODAY?" I regard Yennara with bright eyes, fully awake. She on the other hand is looking at everywhere but me. I suppose it's because in her one glance towards my direction, she had caught sight of the unsubtle gay flourish dancing in the pools of my gaze and marking the brazen stretch of my lips. I make her see what I'm thinking in my eyes. I don't hide it.
In last night's memory, when she had pulled my hand to her body, I wasn't ready. I couldn't understand. Cheyenne was complicated; a diva, doing the most forward and capricious things. I'd thought that had been one of her games. Trying to pull some lesbian shit like that would be in the normal for her. A fear of the unknown had made me run, fast and hard in the opposite direction. I could not let myself see her that way.
But not anymore.