Let Me Make It All Better

Silvia walks in, stops cold. There she is, Sofi curled up on the couch like nothing happened. The preschool called. No one picked up her kid. Now Sofi’s here, asleep, like she owns the place. Silvia sets her daughter down in the bedroom, heart thumping, ready to blow. Sofi sits up fast. She knows she fucked up. Thinks she’s about to get canned, and she’s ready for it. Silvia wants answers. Sofi was solid for six months. Something changed. Finally Sofi cracks. Her parents found out she likes girls. Cut her off. She’s juggling school and two side gigs on top of this one. Sleeps when she can. Money’s tight. Heart’s a mess. Silvia watches her, breathing harder than she should. That soft, tired mouth. Those long legs tucked under her. She wants to fix it. She offers a new deal. Live-in. No rent. Help when she needs it. Sofi stares, stunned. This gorgeous woman. The one she’s been watching too long, too close. Heat slides through her gut. Silvia steps in. The hug starts soft. Turns hard. Hands grab. Mouths crash. Tongues push. Clothes start coming loose in clumsy pulls. Sofi’s hands shake when they slide under Silvia’s shirt. Silvia’s teeth graze her neck. The kiss gets messy, fast, hungry. Sofi moans into her mouth like she’s been holding that sound for months. Silvia doesn’t stop her. She pulls Sofi closer, fingers digging into her hips. They sink into the couch, bodies pressed, breathing gone ragged, and neither one of them plans on stopping now.