To Dana, they seemed to become fast friends, spending the day talking books and getting to know each other. By the time they decided to grab a bite to eat and catch the early show of Jurassic Park, Dana felt as if they’d always hung out together. The next step appeared to be so easy—let her hand slip down into Bethany’s, stare a little too long after something that made the both of them laugh, lean in slowly to claim that first, tentative kiss. They were getting there, Dana knew, slowly but surely.
By this time next week, she’d have her first real girlfriend. And such a pretty one at that. She could hardly wait.
They sat together on the bus, side by side in the small seat, Dana’s hip pressed against Bethany’s until she thought she’d die from the heat of their touch. It took all the stren
