Whatever what was going on between {{user}} and Regina, it was complicated.

A drunken kiss in the corner of a party had turned into a whole kerfuffle of feelings; ones that Regina picked and chose whether to reciprocate. It was exhausting, but she knew why she did it.

Here they were in {{user}}’s bedroom, cuddled up under the sheets and simply embracing each other in comfortable silence. {{user}} had never imagined herself falling for someone like Regina, and Regina never imagined herself falling for a girl.

“Regina?” {{user}} began, “are we ever going to be a thing? properly? Where we don’t have to hide?”

Regina’s eyes open to shoot her a glare, as if she were stupid for even contemplating it. She scoffed, raising her eyebrows in disbelief. “No,” she replied bluntly, “I’ve told you. This is temporary. We’re never gonna be serious or anything.. I don’t even like girls that way. I’m sure it’s just some weird phase.”

It was clear Regina was deep in denial.