“Ummm…” Emily was so fried from the whole day—
getting married that morning seemed like it had happened
weeks ago—that she couldn’t even think of what Dani had
said.
Wait, was this really still their wedding day? Were they
actually going grocery shopping on their wedding night?
What else would we be doing?
Emily’s brain shot that back at her in very dry tones. Not
only was their marriage fake, Dani wasn’t—well, Emily
assumed she wasn’t a lesbian. She’d needed a willing
participant in the marriage. She hadn’t asked if Dani was
straight or gay because it hadn’t mattered.
Because it didn’t.
Even if Emily had gotten extremely lucky and coincidence
or fate or whatever had guided her in the right direction, the
marriage didn’t mean anything.
It didn’t stop Emily from watching how Dani’s hips swayed
gently when she walked. It didn’t stop her from noticing how
gorgeous and tight Dani’s jeans made her butt look. How tall
and beautifully built she was. It didn’t stop Emily from
inhaling every note of that vanilla scent that trailed in Dani’s
wake, somehow cutting through all the other competing
aromas around them. It didn’t stop Emily from admiring how
tough Dani was, how efficient, how in command of every
aspect of her life she seemed to be. She was so impressive.
Even if Dani wasn’t her wife and Emily hadn’t been a
lesbian, she knew she’d still have a girl crush.
She remembered how she’d thought Dani wasn’t
traditionally beautiful. She wasn’t. She was far, far more
unique. Far more interesting. She had the kind of face you