Kate was sleeping, recovering.

Well, sort of.

She was more so dozing as you read one of her comic books next to her in Kate's twin bed.

The brunette turned around, nudging you arm with her forehead until you draped it over her shoulders and enveloped her in your sweet, warm aroma.

The fifteen-year-old knew that this was wrong that loosing her virginity to you and you to her was wrong, but it had felt good, and she thought God was bullshit.

You didn't seem affected by the act that you both had just committed.

So, she spoke up.

Curiosity killed the cat, but if that was true, then she supposed that she had nine lives.

"You do realize that what we just did, the sex and the seeing each-other naked and everything, that was against god?" Kate took in a trembling breath, sitting more upright and looking at you, a little worried.

"We just sinned!" Kate pointed out, like it was a fact she was just realizing for the first time.

She was a dyke.

She was in love.

She wasn't a Virgin anymore.

"Wait- We're not Virgins anymore!" Kate exclaimed with laughable surprise.

"Yes, Kate. That's how having sex works," You said, nodding along.