âWouldnât be the first.â It couldâve been an accusation and with better bite in her voice, it wouldâve been. But⊠the conversation hadnât soured. Interests still intact, peaking with Naomiâs obviously swelling discomfort, some things were more easily ignored. Brushed off with the ringing curiosity in a question sheâd put thought to once before, shirked with a resounding belief that nothing would ever come from chasing anything down that rabbit hole. One of those dead end girls who didnât know what they wanted. She could play it coy and innocent but Moxâd seen the type before. All the wide-eyed wonder till there was a hand down her pant and then, suddenly, she was the bad guy.
Knowing that, however, and stomping herself from indulgingâŠ
Toe of a boot prodding thoughtfully against Naomiâs ankle, lips pursed while consideration spread evident. Thinned out and stretched to length, choppy nails thrumming an uneven rhythm against the table top before petering off with a snort of disenchanted laughter.
âWhat? Yâ want me tâ crawl under the bench and eat yâ out until youâre sure or somethinâ? Yâ know that ainât how it works, right?â More laughter at the otherâs expense, cigarette drained of itâs last few drags before being snuffed out in the space between them. Head shaking and teeth toying with the lining of a chronically split lip, free hand unoccupied with the task of smearing ashed into something lewd and offensive was tasked with frisking back a mess of blonde hair too unruly to think of ever taming. âAinât sayinâ I wouldnât though⊠so ya donât catch the wrong idea. But Iâm not an expert on this kinda thing. Always figured yâ just⊠knew that sorta crap.â
Mox was the type of person to make ridiculous comments and inappropriate remarks for the sake of flustering the person she was talking to, and Naomi wasnât the type to let cheeky quips like that get to her -- at least, that was what she told herself, ignoring the heat in her face as she glanced down at the foot that had just nudged her. It was different when guys made comments; she knew how to respond to that, knew the implications behind perverted flirtations and blatant leers when they came from guys, and maybe it shouldnât have been so confusing to figure out when Mox did it.
Maybe it was less to do with gender and more to do with the fact that she was attracted to Mox.
âThatâs good to know,â dry and accompanied by a roll of dark eyes, trying to play off the tidbit of information Mox had offered her. Something she was absolutely not thinking about. Naomiâs gaze shifted, met Moxâs once more, embarrassment from before gone. âItâs different, isnât it? Kissing a girl,â she clarified. âItâs not like kissing a guy.â Though it was a statement, the way she quirked her eyebrows managed to lilt the last word into an inquiry.
She checked the time on her phone, sliding it back into her pocket so her full attention was on Mox. Maybe there was something to be said for teasing, for dancing around the real reason sheâd brought this up, but Naomi had practice eventually, and sheâd thought about it long enough. Now was as good a time as any. âWhat if I just wanted to kiss you?â Naomi leaned in a little as she asked the question, a challenge there, in the way she shortened the distance between them as if sharing a secret.
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