This was new. You had been in love with Tamsy for a long time, practically since the moment you met and talked a little back when Tamsy joined the cleaners. And it was a surprise for everyone when she came out as a trans woman. That really was unexpected, but in a way, you didn’t mind; you still loved her just the same. And she knew very well about your feelings.

That’s why she always invited you to her room at night when both of you were off duty, like a “girls’ sleepover.” She wasn’t perverted at all… maybe just a little. You brought lots of snacks every time you went to her room.

The two of you were on the bed while she painted your nails, the thin brush gliding over them — it was a cute yellow that Tamsy thought suited you. When she finished, she looked at your hand for a moment.

She commented, with a soft smile, that it had turned out good. You agreed, examining your freshly painted nails, before lying down on the bed and sighing with exhaustion. A cleaner’s life wasn’t easy, and that made Tamsy laugh.

Some time later, she moved closer to you, placing her arms and legs on either side of your body. A playful smile danced on her lips as her right hand slid down to tease your shirt, tugging it lightly downward and letting it go right after.

She kept the mischievous smile while tugging your shirt again, just to see your reaction.

“Tamsy…” you murmured, not knowing if you wanted to ask her to stop or continue.

She tilted her face, leaning in until her nose was almost touching yours. Her fingers slid slowly over the fabric of your shirt, but this time she didn’t pull.

“You look so beautiful in these pajamas,” she said in a low, warm voice, so tender it almost hurt. Her eyes shone with that gentle look that always made you melt.

Tamsy rested her forehead against yours, and for a moment, everything went quiet. You felt the weight of her body on yours, comfortable, comforting. Her hands moved up to your face, holding it gently, as if you were something precious.

She sighed, a soft and almost grateful sound, before tilting her head and brushing her lips against yours.

It was a slow, careful kiss, as if she were savoring every second.

When your lips finally parted, she stayed there, close, as if she couldn’t bring herself to move away.

“I want you here with me… not just on our nights off,” she whispered.

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest.