Forever If We Want To

“Were we lovers, before?” Lydia asks, finally. It’s been preying on her mind for months and months since they met--how familiarly Allison’s always hugged her, how easily they seemed to fall into each others’ step. A thousand years, and Lydia found Allison first. What does that mean?

Allison looks at her and smiles that soft smile that Lydia knew from the very first day without knowing. “Sometimes,” she says. “I think it’s been us together a lot.”

“Did you want to be again?” Allison presses her lips together, nervous, and suddenly Lydia feels incredibly sixteen--half a virgin, with a handful of experience in messing around with teenage boys in this skin and some vague sense of other lifetimes that she doesn’t really remember at all. And she’s propositioning her best friend.