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Part 3, Chapter 6

    Part 3, Chapter 6


    <span style="text-decoration:underline"><span style="font-weight:400">Amber


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once I finished my brooding, <i><span style="font-weight:400">the letter</i><span style="font-weight:400"> popped into my head yet again, and it was time to finally put the mystery to bed. I grabbed it out of the overnight bag I’d packed at my dorm, and got Sophia’s attention, sitting down on the edge of her bed and watching as she crawled over to sit next to me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We stared at the letter in my hands, a small gap between us, tension building for this silly moment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Iughed, “It’s going to be something really stupid isn’t it…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia gave a weak smile, “Maybe…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I put my hand down in the space between us, inviting hers to join me. Her touch had helped earlier in the restaurant, and I found desire building in me for it, as strange as that was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She took up the invitation without hesitation, cing her hand on mine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned mine over and gripped hers, “No matter what, this doesn’t change anything.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She nodded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I went to open the letter, only to realize I had no way of doing it with one hand.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia giggled at me awkwardly staring at the envelope in my free hand, before standing and escaping my grasp. She made her way back to me with a stic letter opener, quickly sliced it open, and sat back down with her hand in mine again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I let out a breath, took the paper out, and began reading, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">Dear Amber and Sophia, First off, I love you both! Second off, I’m so proud of both of you for this, I’m well aware of how difficult the process of self-realization can be…</i><span style="font-weight:400">” I trailed off, a sinking feeling forming in my stomach.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia looked just as uneasy, slipping her hand out of mine without a word.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I continued reading, my anticipatory tone giving way to one of dread, “I<i><span style="font-weight:400">’ve seen the way you two look at each other, so I had a feeling this would happen. To be clear, I’mpletelyfortable with you two having a rtionship, whether it be romantic or…</i><span style="font-weight:400">” I pinched the bridge of my nose, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">just sexual…</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sighed and turned to Sophia, “Do I really have to read the rest of this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She shrugged, reaction still subdued, “Maybe there’s something importantter…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I continued, despite both of us knowing there wasn’t anything, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">So while I’m gone, you two haveplete permission to do whatever with each other, as long as you tell me about it when I’m back. And since we never talked about other people, I’ll just rify here that I want to meet someone before you’re with them, I’m not reallyfortable with any of us being with strangers, unless it was all together. Anyways, good luck! Love, Lily</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A silence stretched out, filling the room.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So…” I started.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, we found out what the letter was about.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I shook my head, “Did she really think…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Maybe it was more of a hope…” Sophia smirked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I smiled, meeting her eyes with mine, “That dirty demon… I mean, it’s ridiculous, right?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How so?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sputtered, “What do you mean? How’s it <i><span style="font-weight:400">not</i><span style="font-weight:400"> ridiculous?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re both attracted to women. It makes sense that Lily’s horny brain might think we could develop feelings for each other.”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">There she goes with being level-headed and reasonable again. Is there anything that can break herposure?</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t want to lie to Sophia, but I did want to tease her and see if she could get flustered. So I told a bit more of the truth than I otherwise would’ve. “Maybe that’s true, but there’s no way you’d be attracted to me. You hate me and you’re way out of my league – both of you are.”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Wait, that’s not even flirty – that’s just pathetic…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Instead of flustered, as I’d hoped, she reacted with a confused stare. “I’m just the awkward third to your rtionship with Lily, why would <i><span style="font-weight:400">you</i><span style="font-weight:400"> feel anything other than pity for me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I leaned in, closing half of the small gap between our faces. “What are you talking about? <i><span style="font-weight:400">I’m</i><span style="font-weight:400"> the awkward third to <i><span style="font-weight:400">your</i><span style="font-weight:400"> rtionship!” Frustration creeped into my tone.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We stared into each other’s eyes, the realization dawning on both of us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We’re so stupid…” we harmonized.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I–”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You–”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You go first,” she said, finally breaking our staring contest, ncing down at herp.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Oh god, how much do I want to admit to her? How much do I want to admit to </i><b><i>myself</i></b><i><span style="font-weight:400">?</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Iid back into her mattress, fluttering my legs against the side of the bed. “So, you’re attractive. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Very</i><span style="font-weight:400"> attractive. But it’s not just that; you’re feminine in a way I’m not, and sometimes it feels like Lily doesn’t find me that attractive. Like I know she cares about me, butpared to you…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia sighed,ying back next to me, “First off, thank you. It’s incredibly ttering that <i><span style="font-weight:400">you</i><span style="font-weight:400"> find me attractive, given you’re so perfect, fit and confident–


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not confident, I’m impulsive.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sheughed, staring at the ceiling, “You’re hot. And I have no doubt that Lily agrees with me on that matter.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I hummed skeptically.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t make mee over there and show you how hot I think you are…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I blushed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As for my feelings about our rtionship with Lily, it feels to me like she likes you more than me because of how easily she forgave you, and how much closer you were to her before she asked us out. After she stopped going to church, I didn’t see her in person for a long while.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She continued before I could gather my thoughts to respond, “And I know that’s not right – it’s not that I didn’t want her to forgive you or that I wanted her to keep going to church with me, it''s just…” she turned her head to the side, facing me, “Maybe I’m just jealous of you…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I huffed augh staring into her eyes once more. “Well I already admitted I was envious of you the night we met. Your smile is so pretty and you always know what to say, and you’re just so damn unppable.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes flicked down slightly, but I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed by my praise or if she’d nced down at my lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She smirked, “So you were talking about stress relief earlier…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I closed my eyes. “Oh god, I did <i><span style="font-weight:400">not</i><span style="font-weight:400"> mean it like that…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What a shame…” She murmured.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I…” I rolled over to face away from her so I could focus, “So we’re attracted to each other – I’ve got that down. But, if I can admit something a bit embarrassing, I’m not as experienced as I pretend to be around Lily.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How so?” The sheets rustled as she scooted her body closer to mine behind me, still leaving the slightest bit of space between us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think she has this idea that I’ve been with a lot of people – partially because she was a virgin when we met, and partially because I like being confident around her. But really, Lily is the first woman I’ve been in a serious rtionship with, and other than a couple of random hookups, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m sure Lily thinks I’m some kind of yer after I let it slip that I owned more than one strap, but the only reason I do is because the first harness I bought was terrible…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia giggled, “Amber, I’m not going to judge you for being inexperienced. This is technically my first serious rtionship, although I’ve had my fun fooling around with women… But regardless, I don’t think you count as inexperienced, and even if you did, I’d be happy to take the lead.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">My heart jumped, skyrocketing my pulse in a sudden frenzy of anxiety. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Letting her take the lead? I could never; witches never let someone behind their defenses.</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sat with that thought for a moment.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Shit… How much control does my mother have over me? I thought she had let me be rtively independent, but…</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Maybe now was the time to rebel away from my mother’s teachings, make my own magic and be my own kind of witch. And the first ce to start with that was…


    <span style="font-weight:400">I leaned back into Sophia’s body, letting her spoon me. Her arm snaked over my hip, curling around my torso possessively.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was scary and reassuring and erotic all at once, but the feelings remained separate for now, my mind scared of what would be left if they all coalesced.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sophia buried her face in the back of my hair and whispered through the dry strands, “What do you need, Amber?”
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