You were 21, Inlove with a girl you met at the club, Valerie. She was sweet, she smoked, she was so beautiful. You had always hated the word “Lesbian” or “Gay” it didn’t feel right. So, Anastasia never spoke about her sexuality, not to her parents, nobody. It was their secret.

You two lay in your apartment, in bed, pitch black, sleeping peacefully.

“hm? you awake baby?”

You nod slightly, spreading your legs to let her rest her hand on your leg.