@bexslynch continued from here.
Leaning in as Becky’s excitement was beaming, Alexa was mere inches from her lips. “Yes, really.” She whispered the words against the Irish woman’s lips as her own bottom lip now twitched with intensity. A second passed and now their lips were pressed against one another and the funny part of it was the fact that this was all happening backstage, behind a crate, and in a darkened bit of the hall. As much as Alexa hated Becky, she might’ve craved her just as much.
What a twisted web we weave...
It hadn’t even been a solid 10 seconds before Alexa pulled away, shaking her head as her eyes shot to the ground, the tone in her voice still low, almost inaudible, “Now that that’s over with, we will never speak of this again. Do you understand me?” It pained her to say it, but Alexa couldn’t bring herself to actually say that she wanted Becky. She’d never say it. Ever.