It's Not Him, It's Me

Bunny De La Cruz stretched out on her lounge chair, oil glistening on her tanned skin. Alina Lopez approached with small, uncertain steps. "Is he here?" Alina asked. "No." Alina turned to leave but Bunny caught her wrist. "Sit. Tell me what's got you twisted up." They sat in silence until Alina spoke. Her words came out slow, like they might break. She had feelings for someone else. Strong ones. The kind you didn't walk away from. Bunny pressed. Who? Alina stared at her hands. Said the name. Bunny's name. Bunny laughed once, short and surprised. Alina tried to bolt but Bunny's hand stayed firm on her arm. "Easy. Breathe." "This was stupid. I should go." Bunny's fingers traced Alina's forearm. "What matters is you're honest. If I make you happy, then maybe we figure the rest out." Alina's breathing changed. Bunny leaned in. Their lips met soft at first, then harder. Alina's hands found Bunny's heavy breasts, squeezing, testing weight. She kissed down the soft curve of Bunny's belly, tasting salt and sunscreen, until she reached wet heat between her thighs. Alina moaned into it. Bunny held her head there and rocked against her mouth. This wasn't finished. Not even close.