The kiss.
It wasn’t just a kiss though, was it?
It was . . . kissing.
A gerund.
The contact between their mouths so passionate it had the power to make a noun into a verb.
Fuck, she’s such a nerd.
Xavier would think it was clever though.
He’d laugh and shake his head fondly at her.
Ugh.
Focus. She needs to focus. Job hunt. Her future. She wants to find at least one job to apply for during her shift and she’s determined to do it. Inhaling deeply and pushing out the air inone long breath, she tries to force herself to concentrate on the task at hand, but then a voice interrupts her.
“That was one hell of a sigh, Bianca,” Miranda says, coming around the back of the desk to sit in the empty chair beside her.
“I can’t concentrate.”
“Xavier’s going to do fine,” her advisor insists. “You know that.”
“I know . . .”
“So then what on earth is going on in your head? I can practically see the steam coming out of your ears.”
“We kissed.”
“What?” Miranda shrieks nearly as loud as she did when Bianca told her about the fake engagement.
Crap. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, hadn’t even thought about telling Miranda, but now it’s out there and . . . really the other woman is the only person she can talk to about this.
“Was it good?”
Groaning, Bianca leans back in her chair. “So good. I can’t even describe how good. You might have been right about the circling-each-other thing, maybe a little. It was like five years of tension being released all at once.”
“So has the fake engagement been reclassified then?”
“What?” Bianca tilts her head in confusion.
“You know, are you just going to . . . Do you kids even call it dating anymore?”
“No, that’s . . . no, that’s not happening. We just did it for practice,” she explains and watches at Miranda’s expression shifts from curious to outright exasperation.
“Practice?”
“Yeah, in case it came up in front of my friends in the next couple of months, we didn’t want it to look forced or unnatural.”
Miranda sits up in her chair and leans forward, her eyes wide and unblinking. “I cannot believe the amount of bullshit you’re feeding me right now.”
“No, that’s not . . .”
“You two kissed because you wanted to kiss, whatever the excuse you made up before or after the fact.”
“Maybe.”
