Ice cubes clinked noisily into Sarah's glass as she pressed it against the refrigerator. We had just gotten home and already she was making a drink.
"Do you want one?"
I shook my head. For someone so smart and amazing, sometimes she didn't have a clue.
"I'm fine. Just come sit with me."
Sarah held up her finger telling me to wait and after a few clinks and pours later, she made her way to the couch, drink in hand.
"You know, if you were thirsty you could've just-"
"Mmm… Don't tempt me."
The side of Sarah's mouth curled into a devious smile and she rested her hand on my thigh, massaging gently.
"I'm… It's been a long day and with everything… I don't know."
I turned away, unsure of how to express everything I was feeling. Everything with my sexuality and my mother was complicated
