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The first time it happened was in the middle of a fight after practice, neither of them were sure who had kissed who first and when their clothes started coming off they decided it didn't matter.
It was something that had been growing between them probably since the first day they met and the reason it happened now and not before was simply because they no longer had a friendship to worry about ruining.
They had been having sex every day for almost two weeks now. Usually in Debbie's dressing room after practice, or during breaks. Once or twice in a motel.
That night had been the first time in the small apartment Debbie had rented since moving to Las Vegas. In the bed she slept alone every night.
Debbie wasn't at all surprised to see that Ruth was the type who liked to cuddle after sex. And she tried not to think about whether Ruth had done that to Mark when he was in her bed. But she always ended up thinking and flashes of the old anger would come back again. And jealousy, although whether it was jealousy for her or for him Debbie wasn't sure.
“Debbie I-” Ruth started to say.
“We’re not there yet.”
“Please don’t be mean to me. Not after what we just did.”
“I’m not being mean, it’s just that hearing those words would make me angry and I don’t want to be angry with you tonight.”
“I wasn’t going to tell you that I love you.”
“Then what were you going to say?”
“I was going to ask you if I may stay here until morning.”
“You may.”
“Thank you,” Ruth said and snuggled into her arms.
And she thought of the words that Debbie didn’t want to hear.
Debbie thought of them too.