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it well, since I used to wear it. Ashley wears Obsession by Calvin Klein. Iguess I’m a Calvin girl . The thought that I’m an anything girl makes me smile.
    Janessa’s arm brushes mine, and the room gets ten degrees hotter.
    “Jackie’s dad, well…Do you want the truth or what I tell everyone else?”
    She doesn’t sound nervous at all, and when I steal a glance at her, I realize she doesn’t look like she regrets her offer either. Her easy smile reaches her eyes, andit makes me feel a little better.
    “I guess whatever you feel comfortable telling me.”
    She takes my hand and we sit on the couch facing each other. Her touch makes my nerves go wild again. She puts down her wineglass and I cling to mine like a shield.
    “I’m bisexual, Delilah, and there’s a guy in my life that I’ve had an on-again off-again thing with for years. We’re really close friendsand we make great lovers, but we aren’t made to be in a monogamous relationship with each other.”
    I nod as if I understand, but I really don’t. She had his child . “Why not?”
    She sits back and places her hand on my thigh, like she’s touched me a hundred times before. Like it’s natural, normal, and easy. I hold my breath, desperately wanting it to feel normal and easy instead of new andexciting and scary at once.
    “Because I like women,” she explains. “Being with a guy isn’t enough for me. I enjoy it, and I enjoy him. But it’s different being with a guy than a girl, and I’m not ready to give up being with women.”
    She slides her hand up my thigh as she sits up again and leans in close.
    I’m doing this. Here it comes .
    Her fingertips slip beneath the edge of my dress,and her soft hand feels so different from Frank’s calloused palm and rough fingers. I immediately understand what she meant. Her touch is gentle, not hurried or forceful. My body inclines toward her despite my nerves.
    I lean back again, feeling disjointed, too nervous, and swallow hard to distract myself from how good her hand feels and the thundering of my heart.
    “Does Jackie know he’sher father?” I say this to distract myself, but my voice is shaky, like the rest of my body.
    I finish my wine in one gulp, and she takes the glass from my hand and sets it on the coffee table. I can feel myself trembling. I hope she doesn’t notice, but how can she not? She’s so close I feel her breath on my skin. She’s even prettier up close, and as she gazes into my eyes and brushes my hairfrom my shoulder, it reminds me of when Ashley did it earlier that morning. It’s a good reminder that I’m doing this for Ashley. Not that I don’t want to feel Janessa’s full lips on mine. I do. God, I really, really do. But I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge that I wish it were Ashley opening herself up to me right now, despite how nervous I am.
    “Jackie knows him, and she knows he’s herdaddy,” she says just above a whisper. “You’re shaking. Do you still want to do this?”
    I’ve never been this nervous before, but I’m glad I didn’t chicken out.
    My answer comes as softly as her question. “Yes.”
    She smiles again. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
    Now? She holds my gaze, taking control.
    I nod, and she touches her left hand to the nape of my neck, drawing me closer. Whenour lips touch, the first thing I notice is how soft hers are. She’s patient, kissing me carefully. Her cheeks touch mine, soft and pliable, not at all like a guy’s rough, stubbly skin. This is so much better. Her tongue slips between my lips and strokes over mine with the same unhurried tenderness. Her fingers tighten around the back of my neck as she deepens the kiss, and I feel myself lettinggo, relaxing into the kiss, into the taste of her, into finally— God, finally —doing what feels natural.
     When our lips part, I lean forward, trying to reconnect.
    “Okay?” Like her tone, her eyes are soft and warm.
    “Oh my God, yes.” Years of curiosity and repressed desire