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The fluorescent lights of the conference room had been giving Lena a headache for the past three hours. She rubbed her temples as the VP droned on about quarterly projections and market strategies, his monotone voice making her eyelids feel heavy despite the strong coffee she'd consumed earlier. When he finally announced the meeting was adjourned, Lena didn't even try to hide her relieved sigh.
"That was brutal," she muttered to herself as she gathered her laptop and folders, already mentally preparing for the mountain of work waiting at her desk.
"Brutal? That's putting it lightly." Vero appeared at her side, her perfectly styled hair somehow still immaculate despite the grueling meeting. As another department, Vero always looked put together, even when complaining. "Did you hear what they're asking from us? Increase sales targets by fifteen percent while cutting our department budgets? That's insane."
"Tell me about it," Lena said, falling into step with her friend as they headed toward the elevator. "How am I supposed to motivate my team when I can barely afford the training materials they need? And don't even get me started on the tech upgrades we've been requesting for months."
Than joined them at the elevator, looking equally frustrated. "I heard marketing got their budget slashed too. This is going to affect everyone."
The three women stood in the elevator in comfortable silence, the kind that came from years of working together and sharing countless frustrations about corporate bureaucracy. When they reached the lobby, Vero suddenly stopped and turned to face them both.
"You know what? We need drinks. It's Friday, we survived another hellish week, and I'm not going home to stare at my walls and think about work."
"I'm in," Than said immediately, her expression brightening. "There's that new club that opened downtown. I heard it's amazing."
Lena hesitated, already pulling out her phone to check her emails. "I don't know. You know how clients are. They don't care that it's the weekend. I'll probably get calls all night."
"Which is exactly why you need to come," Vero insisted, linking her arm through Lena's and physically steering her toward the parking lot. "When was the last time you actually went out and had fun? And I mean real fun, not networking events that you pretend are fun."
"She's got a point," Than added from Lena's other side. "You're thirty, not dead. You're allowed to have a life outside of sales reports and client meetings."
Lena opened her mouth to protest but caught the concerned looks on both her friends' faces. They weren't wrong. Her calendar was a solid block of meetings, calls, and deadlines. Even her weekends had become extensions of the work week, filled with emergency client requests and strategy planning. When was the last time she'd done something just because she wanted to?
"Fine," she relented, earning excited cheers from her friends. "But if I get a call from Mr. Ton, I'm taking it."
"Fair enough," Vero said, already typing on her phone. "I'll book us a couch table. My treat."
"Really?" Than's eyes lit up. "You're the best!"
Lena found herself smiling despite her exhaustion. "Yeah, thanks Vero. You didn't have to do that."
"I know, but I want to. We all need this." Vero's smile was warm, though Lena noticed the way her eyes lingered on Than for just a moment too long.
Interesting, Lena thought. She'd suspected something was brewing between those two for months now. The subtle touches, the inside jokes, the way they always seemed to gravitate toward each other at company events. Lena wasn't one to pry though. When they were ready to tell her, they would. Until then, she was content to play oblivious.
An hour later, they were seated in a plush corner booth at the club, the bass from the speakers thrumming through Lena's chest. The place was packed with people their age and younger, all dressed to impress and clearly ready to forget about their Monday morning problems. Their couch table gave them a perfect view of both the bar and the dance floor, and Lena had to admit the atmosphere was infectious.
"This is nice," she said, accepting a cocktail from the server. "I forgot how much I liked going out."
"See? Told you." Vero clinked her glass against Lena's. "To surviving another week in corporate hell."
"And to hopefully getting actual budget increases next quarter," Than added, making them all laugh.
The conversation flowed easily as they sipped their drinks. They complained about incompetent colleagues, gossiped about the rumored office romance between two managers, and shared stories about their most difficult staff members. Lena felt the tension slowly leaving her shoulders, replaced by a pleasant buzz from the alcohol and the company of good friends.
"So," Than said suddenly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she leaned forward. "How many women do you think will hit on Lena tonight?"
Lena nearly choked on her drink. "What? Why would you even ask that?"
"Oh come on," Than said with a laugh. "You're gorgeous, successful, and you give off this whole confident boss energy. Plus, I've seen the way women look at you at these places."
"Do I really give off the vibe that I'm into women?" Lena asked, genuinely curious. It wasn't that she had anything against dating women. She just never had, not seriously anyway. Sure, she'd found women attractive before, but nothing had ever clicked enough to pursue anything.
"You give off the vibe that you could be into anyone," Vero said diplomatically. "Which is why you're probably going to have options tonight."
Lena felt emboldened by the alcohol warming her veins and the playful energy at their table. A reckless idea formed in her mind, the kind that only seemed sensible after a few drinks. "You know what? Let's turn the tables. Instead of waiting to see if anyone hits on me, I'll do the hitting. I'll make the first move tonight."
"Yes!" Than pumped her fist in the air. "That's what I'm talking about! Okay, what's your type? I'll help you scope out prospects."
"Hmm." Vero studied Lena thoughtfully. "I can't really read you, but I'm guessing you probably like someone cute?"
"There are so many cute people here," Than said, already scanning the crowd with an analytical expression.
Lena noticed Vero's immediate frown at that statement and had to suppress a smile. Yep, definitely something going on between those two. She turned her attention to the club, letting her gaze wander across the space. Than was right. There were plenty of attractive people, both men and women, all dressed up and looking their best. The dance floor was packed with bodies moving to the music, and the bar area was three people deep with patrons trying to order drinks.
Her eyes landed on a particularly noisy group occupying another couch section. They looked younger, maybe college students, all laughing and taking selfies with their colorful drinks. Their carefree energy made something twist in Lena's chest. She missed those days, when the biggest worry was passing exams and the worst hangover came from cheap alcohol at dorm parties. Now everything felt so serious, so heavy with responsibility.
Being thirty and head of the Sales Department was a massive achievement. She'd worked incredibly hard to get here, sacrificing weekends and relationships and countless hours of sleep. But somewhere along the way, she'd forgotten how to just be young. It was only now, sitting in this club with her friends, that she realized how much she'd missed out on.
"Getting philosophical already?" Vero's voice cut through her thoughts. "You've got that faraway look."
Lena shook herself mentally. This was supposed to be fun, not an existential crisis. "Just thinking I need another drink. You two want anything?"
"We'll get some later," Than said, though her attention was clearly on Vero, who had shifted closer to her on the couch.
Lena laughed to herself. Those two definitely needed some alone time. As a good friend, the least she could do was give them space to flirt without an audience. "Alright, I'm going to the bar. Try not to miss me too much."
She made her way through the crowd, weaving between groups of people and dodging enthusiastic dancers who'd strayed from the designated floor. The bar was even more crowded up close, but she managed to find a spot and was about to signal the bartender when someone bumped into her from the side.
"Oh!" The exclamation came from both of them simultaneously, surprised but not hurt.
"I'm so sorry," the other person said at the same moment Lena said, "My apologies."
Lena looked over and found herself face to face with a young woman who looked absolutely mortified. The first thing Lena noticed was the delicate butterfly necklace resting against the woman's collarbone, catching the club lights and glinting silver. Then she took in the woman's face, her wide eyes and the flush spreading across her cheeks that had nothing to do with the warm temperature of the club.
The woman looked genuinely panicked, which Lena found oddly endearing. She could practically see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out what to say.
"No need for apologies. It's mutual, yeah?" Lena said, mustering what she hoped was a flirty smile rather than her usual professional one. She was rusty at this, she realized. How long had it been since she'd actually tried to flirt with someone in a genuine, interested way?
The woman's flush deepened, spreading down her neck. "Yes! No! I mean, yes, but I just want to say sorry. Yeah, never mind."
Lena bit her lower lip to keep from grinning too widely. This woman was absolutely adorable when flustered. Her eyes dropped back to the butterfly necklace, and an idea sparked. "I love your necklace. Do you like butterflies too?" She held up her right hand, showing off the silver butterfly ring she'd worn for years on her index finger.
The woman touched her necklace self consciously, her fingers tracing the delicate wings. She looked at Lena's ring and then seemed to get even more shy, if that was possible. "Yeah? I bought this at a campus fair before."
Campus fair. The words made Lena pause. Campus implied college, which meant this woman might be quite young. Lena didn't have a problem with age gaps in theory, but she preferred dating people closer to her own age, people who were in similar life stages. Still, she shouldn't assume. Campus could mean a lot of things.
The woman must have noticed Lena's contemplative expression because she quickly spoke up, seeming nervous about the silence. "Were you on your way to buy a drink? Let me buy you one as an apology for bumping into you?"
Lena raised an eyebrow. Was this young woman actually flirting back? Maybe she wasn't as young as Lena had initially thought. The offer to buy her a drink was bold, confident in a way that suggested more life experience than a typical college student. Lena felt her interest sharpen.
"Didn't I say we're quits on that?" Lena leaned in slightly, enjoying the way the woman's breath caught. "How about you let me buy you a drink instead? Just because."
The woman giggled, a light sound that somehow carried over the club music, and Lena decided she liked that sound very much. She wanted to hear it again.
They ordered their drinks, Lena getting her usual apple martini while the woman chose a cider. As the bartender prepared their orders, the woman said, "I don't really like the taste of alcohol, honestly. But I wanted to learn, so I figured I'd start with something light."
Lena couldn't help herself. "How old are you?"
"Twenty five," the woman beams and Lena found herself smiling back.
Twenty five. Not as young as Lena had feared, but still five years her junior. Still, five years wasn't terrible, and there was something refreshing about this woman's energy, her sweet awkwardness mixed with moments of surprising boldness.
"I'm Lena, by the way. Thirty years old, perpetually exhausted, and apparently bad at introducing myself properly."
The woman laughed again, that lovely giggle that made Lena want to keep talking just to hear more of it. "I'm Miu. Twenty five, soon to be jobless graduate but not for long!, and apparently bad at not bumping into pretty women at bars."
"Smooth," Lena said, genuinely impressed. "So you're graduating soon?"
"Yeah, actually." Miu's face lit up with pride. "I'm finishing my PhD in Management. Tonight is kind of a celebration for getting through the last class. I'll be walking at graduation soon, and then I start my first real job."
"A PhD at twenty five?" Lena let out a low whistle. "That's impressive. Congratulations, seriously."
"Thanks." Miu ducked her head, looking pleased but modest. "What about you? What do you do?"
Lena felt a familiar weight settle on her shoulders at the question. Work. Of course work would come up. It always did. "I work in sales. It's pretty boring, honestly. Corporate stuff, targets, reports."
She deliberately kept it vague, not mentioning her position or the company. Tonight wasn't about being Head of the Sales Department. Tonight was about being just Lena, a woman having drinks with an attractive stranger. Besides, she wanted to know more about Miu, not talk about herself.
"I doubt it's boring if you do it," Miu said, and there was something sincere in her voice that made Lena's heart do a weird little flip. "But okay, I'll accept that you want to be mysterious about work. What about butterflies? You like them?"
And just like that, they fell into easy conversation. Lena shared she had a whole collection of butterfly themed items at home, from bookmarks to throw pillows. Miu shared that her necklace was one of the best thing that she purchased in her life but didn't elaborate.
The conversation flowed naturally, jumping from topic to topic with an ease that surprised Lena. They talked about favorite foodss, with Miu confessing an embarrassing love for street food that clashed with her refined appearance. They compared travel bucket lists and discovered they both desperately wanted to visit Japan during cherry blossom season. Miu made Lena laugh with stories about her disaster prone attempts at cooking, and Lena found herself sharing more personal anecdotes than she usually did with strangers.
Time seemed to slip away unnoticed. They'd somehow migrated from standing at the bar to leaning against it, their bodies angled toward each other in a way that blocked out the rest of the club. Lena was hyperaware of every small movement Miu made, the way she played with her necklace when nervous, how her nose scrunched up when she laughed at something particularly funny, the way her eyes sparkled with intelligence when discussing something she was passionate about.
Lena's phone buzzed in her clutch, breaking the bubble they'd created. She pulled it out to find two messages from Vero.
"Hey, we're heading out. Saw you talking to someone at the bar. Get it, girl!"
The second message was from Than: "Good luck! Go get her! Don't even think about checking your work email tonight!"
Lena couldn't help but laugh at her friends' enthusiasm. She glanced back toward their couch table and saw it was indeed empty. Those two had definitely snuck off together, probably eager for some privacy. Good for them.
"What's funny?" Miu asked, trying to peek at the phone.
"My friends abandoned me," Lena said, showing her the messages. "They saw me talking to you and decided to make themselves scarce."
"Oh no!" Miu's eyes widened with sudden realization. She scrambled for her own phone, which had apparently been in her pocket the whole time. Her expression shifted from panic to embarrassment as she scrolled through what looked like a very active group chat. "My friends have been messaging me too. I completely forgot to tell them where I went."
Lena watched with amusement as Miu's cheeks turned pink while reading her messages. The way she bit her lip suggested her friends were teasing her, probably saying things that made this whole situation feel more real and nerve wracking.
With both of their friend groups now aware of their mutual distraction, Lena decided to take advantage of the moment. She'd come here planning to make a first move, hadn't she? And Miu was sweet and smart and absolutely adorable. Why not commit to this?
Lena shifted closer, closing the already small distance between them until their bodies were almost touching. She reached out and gently took Miu's hand, threading their fingers together. Miu's hand was smaller than hers, warm and slightly trembling.
"Can I ask you to dance, Miss?" Lena kept her voice low, intimate despite the noise around them.
Miu looked down at their joined hands, then back up at Lena's face. She nodded, seemingly incapable of words for a moment, then whispered, "Yes."
Lena led them to the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until they found a spot that wasn't too cramped. As if the universe was conspiring with her, the rapid dance music faded and a slower song began. The lights dimmed further, and the energy of the club shifted from frantic to sensual.
They faced each other, and Lena placed her hands on Miu's waist, pulling her close. Miu's hands came up to rest on Lena's shoulders, her touch feather light and uncertain. They began to sway together, finding a rhythm that had nothing to do with the music and everything to do with the magnetic pull between them.
Lena couldn't look away from Miu's eyes. Up close like this, she could see flecks of gold in them, could count each individual eyelash. Miu was staring back at her with an expression that was equal parts wonder and desire, and it made Lena's breath catch.
They smiled at each other, soft and genuine. Miu giggled quietly at something, maybe at the absurdity of finding this connection in a random club on a Friday night, and Lena found herself giggling too. Their touches grew bolder as the song progressed. Lena's hands drifted from Miu's waist to the small of her back, pressing her closer. Miu's fingers slid from Lena's shoulders to the nape of her neck, playing with the hair there in a way that sent shivers down Lena's spine.
This was dangerous territory, Lena knew. The way they were touching, the heat building between them, the way Miu's gaze kept dropping to Lena's lips. Every rational part of Lena's brain knew where this was heading, knew she should probably slow down. But the irrational part, the part that had been dormant for too long under layers of professionalism and responsibility, didn't want to be rational. That part wanted to see where this night would lead, wanted to take this beautiful woman home and discover what other sounds she could make besides those adorable giggles.
The song transitioned into something more upbeat, bringing them back to reality. Lena leaned in close, her lips nearly brushing Miu's ear so she could be heard over the music. "Would you like to go home with me, Miu?"
She felt rather than heard Miu's sharp intake of breath. When she pulled back to gauge her reaction, Miu's eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. She nodded enthusiastically, and Lena's heart kicked into high gear.
They made their way out of the club, hands still intertwined, moving quickly now that the decision was made. The cool night air hit Lena's flushed skin as they exited, a welcome relief from the stuffy interior. She led Miu toward the parking lot, already thinking about the route home and hoping traffic wouldn't be too bad.
But as they reached her car, a sleek silver sedan, Miu suddenly stopped walking. Lena turned to look at her, concerned.
"Did you change your mind?" Lena asked softly, trying to keep any disappointment out of her voice. Consent could be withdrawn at any time. She'd be disappointed, sure, but she'd understand.
"No!" Miu said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "I just. Um. Is it okay if you drive? We both drank."
Lena couldn't help but laugh, louder than she'd intended. The concern was sweet but unnecessary. "I'm fine, trust me. I barely had one and a half drinks. I'm not even buzzed. But if you're worried, you could drive instead? You only had two ciders, right?"
Miu shook her head, looking embarrassed. "I can drive, but not on roads that I don't know yet. I'm still not that confident."
The admission made Lena's heart soften even more. God, this woman was precious. "Well then, I can just leave my car here and we'll take a taxi. I'll come back for it tomorrow."
"But I don't want to hassle you," Miu protested, actually pouting.
Lena had to physically restrain herself from kissing that pout. Instead, she looked around the area and spotted a familiar logo glowing in the distance. "How about we stop there and get some coffee? That way we can sober up, and then I'll drive us. Sound good?"
She pointed at the McDonald's about a block away, its golden arches like a beacon.
Miu's face brightened immediately. "That's perfect!"
Lena offered her hand again, and Miu took it without hesitation. They walked to the McDonald's hand in hand, and Lena marveled at how natural it felt, how right. She'd held hands with previous partners before, obviously, but there was something different about this. Maybe it was the newness of it, or maybe it was something special about Miu specifically. She didn't want to think too hard about it.
Inside the McDonald's, the fluorescent lights were harsh after the club's dim atmosphere. There were a few other customers scattered around, some looking as dressed up as they were, clearly also coming from nights out. Lena had planned to just order two black coffees, quick and efficient, but Miu had other ideas.
"Can I get a cheeseburger meal with fries?" Miu asked the cashier, then turned to Lena. "And an ice cream cone? Is that okay? I'm kind of hungry. The food at the club was so bland, and I thought I could wait but I really can't."
The way she rambled when nervous was endearing. Lena found herself smiling fondly. "Order whatever you want. In fact, order more if you're really hungry."
"This is enough! But can we share?" Miu looked at her hopefully.
"Of course we can share." Lena turned to the cashier. "And two black coffees, please."
When Miu started to pull out her wallet, Lena gently pushed her hand away. "I've got this."
"But you already bought drinks at the club," Miu protested.
"I'm older, so I'm paying. That's the rule." Lena used her most authoritative voice, the one that worked in business negotiations.
It worked on Miu too, who huffed but conceded with a smile.
They found a booth in the corner, sliding in across from each other. When their food is ready, they fell into an easy pattern of sharing, trading fries and taking turns with the burger. Miu got a bit of ketchup on her cheek at one point, and Lena reached over with a napkin to wipe it away, an intimate gesture that made them both pause and smile shyly.
They ate the ice cream last, and they shared it too, taking turns with the cup. There was something incredibly romantic about it despite the completely unromantic setting. Here they were in a brightly lit McDonald's at nearly midnight, sharing fast food like it was a five course meal at a fancy restaurant, and Lena couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this content.
"This is nice," Miu said around a bite of the cone. "This whole night has been really nice."
"It has," Lena agreed. "I'm glad I went out tonight. I almost didn't."
"I'm glad you did too." Miu's smile was sweet and open, without any pretense.
After they finished eating and nursed their coffees while talking about everything and nothing, Lena felt sufficiently sober for the drive. They walked back to her car, and this time when they reached it, there were no stops or hesitations. Miu climbed into the passenger seat, and Lena started the engine.
As she navigated out of the parking lot, she glanced over at Miu. "Last chance to change your mind. I can drive you to your place instead if you want."
Miu reached over and took Lena's free hand, bringing it to her lips for a soft kiss. "I want to come with you."
The simple statement and the gesture made heat pool in Lena's stomach. She focused on driving, trying to keep her mind from racing ahead to what would happen when they reached her condo. The drive took about fifteen minutes, and they spent it in comfortable silence, Miu still holding Lena's hand and occasionally tracing patterns on her palm.
Lena's condo was in a modern high rise building downtown. They took the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, the tension building with each passing floor. By the time they reached her door, Lena's hands were actually shaking slightly as she unlocked it.
Her place was clean, thankfully. The living room was done in neutral tones with pops of color from throw pillows and art on the walls. Floor to ceiling windows offered a view of the city lights.
"Your place is beautiful," Miu said, looking around with genuine appreciation.
"Thanks. Would you like something to drink?" Lena asked, then immediately felt stupid. They'd just had coffee.
Miu turned to face her, and there was a new determination in her expression despite the nervousness still evident in her eyes. "No, thank you."
They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other. Lena's heart was pounding so hard she was sure Miu could hear it. She took a step closer, then another, until they were barely a foot apart.
"Is this okay?" Lena asked, reaching up to cup Miu's face gently.
Miu nodded.
"Still okay?" Lena asked as she leaned in slightly, giving Miu every opportunity to back away.
Another nod.
"I'm going to close the gap and kiss you now," Lena said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Last chance to say no."
Miu nodded again, more eagerly this time.
"Use your words, babe," Lena said, needing to hear verbal consent.
"Yes. Kiss me."
Lena closed the remaining distance and pressed her lips to Miu's. The kiss started gentle, exploratory, learning the shape and taste of each other. But it quickly deepened, weeks or months of pent up tension and desire flooding through both of them. Miu's arms wrapped around Lena's neck, pulling her closer, and Lena's hands moved from Miu's face to her waist, then her back.
They kissed like they were drowning and the other person was air. Desperate, consuming, all encompassing. Lena walked them backward until Miu's back hit the wall, and she used it for leverage, pressing their bodies together. Her hands roamed over Miu's body, mapping out curves and soft skin, memorizing every gasp and sigh.
Somewhere in the haze of kissing, Lena's top came off. She wasn't even sure who'd removed it. Then her hands were on the hem of Miu's shirt, and she slowed down, pulling back enough to make eye contact. She slowly began to lift the fabric, pausing every few inches, giving Miu time to stop her. But Miu just raised her arms, helping, and soon that shirt joined Lena's on the floor.
"Bedroom," Lena managed to say between kisses.
She guided them down the hallway, their path erratic as they refused to stop touching each other. But just as they reached the bedroom door, Miu stopped again.
Lena's first thought was disappointment, thinking Miu was changing her mind. But then she recognized this pause. It was the same kind of stop from the parking lot, when Miu had wanted to ask something but felt embarrassed. She was learning Miu's tells already.
"Miu, look at me." Lena gently tilted Miu's chin up. "Whatever you want, just say it."
"We're dirty," Miu blurted out. "We just came from outside. We're dirty."
Lena couldn't help it. She laughed, bright and delighted. This woman was so endearingly particular. She pulled Miu in for another kiss, pouring affection into it. "Okay, let's take a shower then?"
Miu's relieved smile was answer enough.
The bathroom was spacious, with a large glass enclosed shower. They helped each other out of the rest of their clothes, the mood shifting from frantically heated to something softer, more intimate. Under the warm spray of water, they washed each other slowly, sensually. Lena shampooed Miu's hair, massaging her scalp until Miu was practically purring. Miu returned the favor, her touches gentle and thorough.
There were giggles throughout, light moments that kept the experience from being too serious or intense. When Lena accidentally got soap in her eye, Miu fussed over her with adorable concern. When Miu slipped slightly on the wet floor, Lena caught her, and they both dissolved into laughter.
After they dried off with fluffy towels, the kissing resumed. Lena led Miu to the bed, and they fell onto it together, a tangle of limbs and soft skin. Lena was ready to pick up where they'd left off, but Miu stopped her again with a hand on her chest.
"I haven't really done this before," Miu said quietly, not quite meeting Lena's eyes.
Lena froze. "Do you still want to? We can stop right now. It's completely okay."
"No, I want to," Miu said quickly. "I really want to. I'm just nervous."
Relief and tenderness washed over Lena in equal measure. She brushed Miu's damp hair back from her face. "How about this? You do things to me first. That way you can learn what to expect when it's your turn. I'll guide you through everything, and we'll go as slow as you need. Sound good?"
Miu looked surprised by the offer but nodded enthusiastically. "Okay. Yes. Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me," Lena said with a soft smile. "This should be good for both of us."
She lay back against the pillows, making herself comfortable and vulnerable. Miu hovered over her, uncertainty clear in her expression. Lena talked her through everything, offering gentle encouragement and guidance. She showed Miu where to touch, what felt good, what she liked. Miu was an eager learner, attentive to every reaction, every sound Lena made.
When it was Miu's turn, Lena was incredibly careful. She checked in constantly, making sure Miu was comfortable, that nothing hurt, that she wanted to continue. Every touch was deliberate, every kiss placed with intention. Miu's comfort and pleasure were her top priorities, more important than anything else.
They took their time, learning each other's bodies, discovering what made the other gasp or sigh or moan. There was laughter too, moments of clumsiness that they moved through with humor and grace. It wasn't perfect or practiced, but it was real and sweet and passionate.
Afterward, they lay tangled together, both breathing hard. Lena pulled the blanket over them and gathered Miu close. Miu snuggled into her side, fitting there perfectly, and soon her breathing evened out into sleep.
Lena stayed awake longer, her mind racing despite her body's exhaustion. She studied Miu's sleeping face, peaceful and beautiful in the dim light filtering through the curtains. Tonight had been unexpected in the best way. What was supposed to be a simple night out to blow off steam had turned into something else entirely.
But a small voice in the back of her head reminded her of reality. This was a one night stand, nothing more. Lena didn't have room in her life for a relationship. Her work was too demanding, her schedule too packed. She barely had time to take care of herself, let alone nurture a relationship with someone else. It wouldn't be fair to Miu to pretend otherwise.
The thought made her chest ache in a way she didn't want to examine too closely. She pushed it away and closed her eyes, willing herself to just enjoy this moment while it lasted.
Morning came too quickly. Sunlight streamed through the windows, warming Lena's face until she couldn't ignore it anymore. She blinked awake, momentarily disoriented, then remembered. Miu. Last night. She looked over and found Miu still asleep beside her, looking impossibly young and innocent in the morning light.
Lena took a moment to just watch her, committing this image to memory. Then Miu stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She focused on Lena and smiled sleepily.
"Good morning," Miu said, her voice husky from sleep.
"Morning." Lena smiled back.
Miu stretched, then winced. "My body is aching all over," she said with a pout that was far too cute for the morning.
Before Lena could respond, Miu leaned over and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, a good morning kiss that partners shared, not one night stands. Lena was too surprised to do anything but kiss back. Then Miu cuddled into her side, resting her head on Lena's shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Lena's heart was beating so fast she was certain Miu could hear it. This was dangerous. This felt too much like something more, something real. She needed to establish boundaries, needed to have the awkward conversation about how this was just one night.
But the words wouldn't come. Instead, she found herself holding Miu closer.
Eventually, Lena forced herself to get up. She couldn't hide in bed forever, as much as she might want to. "I'll make us some breakfast," she said. "Just something quick."
In the kitchen, she threw together what she could with the limited ingredients in her fridge. Orange juice and sandwiches, nothing fancy but decent enough. She was in the middle of cutting the sandwiches when Miu appeared, wrapping her arms around Lena from behind in a back hug. She pressed a kiss to Lena's cheek.
"Thank you for breakfast," Miu said.
Lena's heart did that fast beating thing again. "You're welcome," she managed to say.
Miu started talking as Lena plated their food. She chatted about her schedule, mentioning that she was just waiting for confirmation on her graduation date. She talked about a brunch she had planned with her parents soon. And then, as casually as if she was discussing the weather, she asked, "When do you want to meet again? Oh, and would you want to join me for brunch with my parents?"
Lena froze, the knife still in her hand, suspended over the cutting board. Meet again? Parents? Her brain short circuited, unable to process what she was hearing. Did Miu think they were going to be something? Did she think this was the start of a relationship?
Panic seized Lena's chest. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be simple, uncomplicated. She should say something, should clarify that this was just a one night thing, should set expectations before anyone got hurt.
But the words stuck in her throat. Her head was pounding, her thoughts a chaotic mess.
Miu must have noticed her silence because suddenly she was sitting on Lena's lap, her weight warm and solid. "Are you okay?" she asked, her expression full of genuine concern.
Lena's heart hammered against her ribs. She felt like she was having a breakdown, like her carefully ordered world was tilting on its axis. Her mouth opened and closed, but no coherent thoughts would form.
"Um, ah, my calendar is right there," she finally stuttered, pointing at the tablet on the shelf with a shaking hand.
Miu got up and retrieved the tablet, then came back and settled on Lena's lap again like it was her designated seat. "What's your password?"
Lena input it with trembling fingers, her brain still not fully functional.
Miu opened the calendar app and her eyes widened. "Can I send a copy to myself?"
Lena just nodded, incapable of doing anything else.
As Miu busied herself with the tablet, presumably copying Lena's schedule to her own device, Lena stared at her in disbelief. What was happening? Why wasn't she stopping this? She should be stopping this.
"You're so busy," Miu commented, scrolling through the densely packed calendar. "We'll have to plan carefully to find time together."
Lena finally managed to take a breath. Her rational mind was screaming at her to say something, to stop this before it went too far. But her body seemed to have other ideas, sitting there frozen while Miu made plans for their future like it was already decided.
Miu handed the tablet back and held out Lena's phone. "Can I get your Line ID?"
Lena unlocked it and handed it over without protest, watching in a daze as Miu added herself as a contact. Miu was humming to herself, clearly happy, her fingers flying over the screen as she likely sent herself a message to confirm the connection.
"My parents messaged back," Miu said suddenly, pouting. "They're busy, so you can't meet them yet. That's disappointing."
Wait. When had Lena agreed to meet Miu's parents? She couldn't remember agreeing to that at all. She needed to speak up, needed to clarify things. This was getting out of hand.
But before she could form words, Miu was kissing her again, soft and sweet, and Lena found herself kissing back like it was instinct. Her hands came up to rest on Miu's hips, holding her close.
When they finally broke apart, Miu sighed contentedly. "I have to go soon, but I'll call you later, okay? We'll figure out when we can see each other next."
"Okay," Lena heard herself say.
Miu gave her one more kiss, then reluctantly climbed off her lap. She gathered her things, and Lena walked her to the door in a fog. At the threshold, Miu turned back, smiled brilliantly, and said, "Last night was amazing. Today was amazing. I'm really happy I met you, Lena."
And then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.
Lena stood there in her entryway, staring at the closed door. Minutes passed, maybe longer. She replayed the morning in her head, trying to figure out where everything had gone off script.
She hadn't told Miu this was just a one night stand. Miu clearly didn't think it was. Miu thought they were going to date. Miu thought they were going to be something.
And Lena had just let it happen. Had given Miu her calendar, her Line ID, an agreement to future plans. She'd kissed her goodbye like they were girlfriends.
"What did I just do?" Lena whispered to her empty apartment.
Her phone buzzed. She looked down to see a message from an unknown number, though she knew immediately who it was.
"Hi! This is Miu. I got home safely. Thank you for everything. I can't wait to see you again!"
Followed by a heart and butterfly emoji.
Lena's heart did that stupid fast beating thing again, and she realized with horror that she was in big trouble. She hadn't just failed to set boundaries. Somewhere between the club and the McDonald's and her bed and this morning, she'd started to not want to set boundaries.
She slumped against her door and slid down to sit on the floor, her phone clutched in her hand. What was she going to do? She should message back and explain that this couldn't continue, that she didn't have time for a relationship, that last night was wonderful but it was just one night.
But even as she thought it, she knew she wasn't going to do that. Because despite all her logical reasons, despite her busy schedule and her demanding job and her carefully constructed life, one truth was becoming impossible to ignore.
She wanted to see Miu again.
And that was terrifying.