While Christina disappeared into the bathroom to shower, Angie sat back on the couch and finished her beer. Her mind and body were a whirlwind of emotion. She wanted this—she wanted Christina, she did, and the thought of being intimate with a woman for the first time both thrilled and scared her. But she really liked Christina, and she didn’t want to rush into anything, nor did she want to take advantage of Christina at a vulnerable moment.
Angie kept coming back to the question of how she would feel if it had been her who had been attacked. Would she want company the rest of the evening?
Yes, she would, which was probably why Christina had asked her in. If their roles were reversed, Angie knew she wouldn’t want to spend the night alone after a scary s****l attack.
But would she want to
