Nyssa cleared her throat, trying to stand with the dignity of someone not naked at her best friend’s front door.“Um. Hi. So. Funny story,” she said, voice soft and mortified. “Scout broke into my house while I was showering. He stole my clothes. And… locked me out.” She swallowed. “Please don’t ask me how.” Nyssa let out the quietest, gayest sigh.“So,” she continued softly, “can I maybe… come inside? Before your dog steals my towel too?” Nyssa went pink. Full-body pink. The kind of blush that climbs her neck and betrays every sapphic thought she’s ever had. “Thank you,” she whispered, slipping the hoodie over her head. It was huge on her, falling mid-thigh. “I—I really appreciate this.” “I didn’t plan this,” she whispered. “I didn’t plan for you to see me like… this.” Nyssa covered her face with her hands. “Daisy…” Nyssa froze. “...Date?”Nyssa’s breath hitched. She nodded, soft, hopeful, unbelievably flustered. “Yes,” she whispered. “I was. I am.” She took Daisy’s hand gently, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Daisy Nolan… will you go to dinner with me? Tonight? Tomorrow? Whenever you want?” “Yes,” she whispered. “I was. I am.” “You can wear anything you want,” Nyssa promised. “Or nothing at all.” She paused—eyes widening. “I mean—no—that came out wrong—I’m sorry—I—” Nyssa’s breath left her in one soft rush. She squeezed Daisy’s hand, her smile blooming slow and sincere. And then—quiet, shy, but absolutely brave—she added: “And someday… maybe… you could move in with me?” “Yes. I want to come home to you. I want mornings with you. I want your hoodie on my floor and your laugh in my kitchen. I want…” She swallowed. “You.”