No, YOU Go First!

Serene gets home from work to find Chloe right in the middle of kitchen chaos. Knife, carrot, bad technique. Serene slips out of her blazer and slides in close behind the girl, hands over hands, showing her how to cut without losing fingers. ‘Dinner’s on me tonight,’ Serene murmurs, pulling a greasy takeout bag from behind her back. Chloe yelps, digs out a matching surprise from the fridge—two pieces of cheesecake labeled ‘for Mom.’ They start laughing. Then they stop. ‘Why are you being so sweet?’ they both blurt at the same time. Turns out they’ve both got confessions. Three… two… one— ‘I’m a lesbian!’ Silence. Then more laughter, this time shaky. Chloe looks at the floor. ‘I figured it out because of you.’ Serene swallows. ‘Same.’ Heat rushes between them, sudden and clumsy. Clothes come off in a rush across the counter, dishes get shoved aside. Chloe’s mouth finds Serene’s neck; Serene’s fingers slip under Chloe’s waistband and tug. They end up half on the island, legs tangled, kissing like they’re already past the point of no return, desperate, wet, and laughing between gasps because, yeah—of course they both ordered the same fantasy to-go.