“You already know,” Ashton says. “What I’d do.” Her heart’s racing. She stepped up to the plate for a screaming crowd tonight, and that was less nerve-wracking than this. Denae’s eyes glint. “And what, you’re waiting for me to do it? Or…?” “You’re such a pain in my ass,” Ashton says, taking Denae’s face in her hands. “Why do I have to do everything?” “‘Cause you’re the man in this relationship,” Denae says. “Fake ass butch lesbian,” Ashton says, shaking her head, “can’t even make a first move.” The sound of Denae’s laugh is ringing in Ashton’s ears when Denae moves to kiss her, at the exact same moment Ashton does.