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Forced proximity meets queer awakening in this reluctant-roommates-to-something-else tale of unexpected encounters, stormy nights, and the kind of heat no forecast could’ve predicted.
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"Between a man and a woman, everything just…clicks naturally.’ Marjorie had meant it in a yin-yang, cosmic balance way, but the slow arch of Lena’s eyebrow rendered it downright pornographic.
‘Everything clicks naturally?’ Lena repeated, delight dancing in her eyes. It had been ages since she’d encountered a real-life, card-carrying bigot, and she’d forgotten the peculiar entertainment value.
‘Obviously,’ Marjorie sniffed, grasping for the intellectual high ground. ‘Try powering a lamp by plugging two sockets together.’ There. That was scientific. Logical. Unassailable.
Lena’s laugh rang out, bright and unapologetic. Marjorie’s clever analogy might have played well at one of her Chelsea dinner parties, but to an actual lesbian? Oh, the sweet, sweet comedy. The way Lena’s shoulders shook suggested she knew everything about generating current with nothing but improvised parts.
That thought—oh God help her—made an unauthorised little shiver trip down Marjorie’s spine. She took a fortifying gulp of wine. This was not the time for her body to develop a sudden interest in electrical engineering metaphors.
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