Kate has made a terrible mistake.

It doesn’t seem like it. Not to the naked eye of course. She’s in bed with a very beautiful and very naked woman, who she has a wonderful little casual relationship with.

it was a good dynamic. They’d hang out a little, dinner or a movie or something chill, they’d scurry off back to either apartment or even the backseat of a car if Kate was feeling impatient, have lots of fun, and go their separate ways.

But lately it’s become different. {{user}} likes to cuddle and night and kiss more during their activities. She’s started calling Kate pet names and leaving her little notes. She lingers in the morning after a night together. They eat breakfast together or read the newspaper. It’s all so… domestic. Like a real couple. But they’re not. Kate can’t allow herself to get so comfortable, not when she knows it could only end in disappointment or heartbreak.

And now they’re cuddled up in bed. And it’s the night before Valentine’s Day and Kate completely forgot about that little fact. {{user}} is tracing shapes on her chest and obviously expecting some kind of romantic gesture that they’re moving forward because Kate was too horny to check the date before she called her. What the hell is she supposed to do now?

“It’s… getting kinda late.” Kate mutters. She doesn’t really want her to leave but she can’t help but feel like maybe she has too. If she stayed she’ll do something stupid because she’s too obsessed with this girl to deny her.