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    Excuses, excuses…

    PROLOGUE

    They had been together for about six months, and although they hadn’t slept together yet, they were getting close. Making out was becoming more and more intense, and as they lay on Sam’s bed making out, Sam’s hands started to wander. The rain began to fall steadily, hitting the window and making a soothing sound. To Sam, it was relaxing because she knew she was inside with the woman she loved and all was right with the world.

    "I think today may be the day," Brooke murmured against Sam’s lips. Sam smiled, this was what she had been waiting for.

    "You really want to… go all the way today?" she asked, cautiously.

    "Well, I wasn’t really talking about that," Brooke admitted, sitting up. "I was thinking more along the lines of telling our parents."

    Sam shot upright. "No," she whispered. "No, we can’t. Not yet."

    "Why not?" Brooke asked indignantly. "It’s been six months, Sammy. We’ve been lucky so far, but our luck will run out. We have to tell them before they find out for themselves."

    "I never once pressured you about having sex," Sam accused. "Why can’t you leave this alone? I keep telling you, I’m not ready to let the world know about us."

    "Well, I want to shout it from the rooftops," Brooke whispered. "I want everyone to see how beautiful my girlfriend is, and how happy I am with her. What’s the matter, Sammy? Are you ashamed of me, or something?"

    Sam ran a hand through her hair, pushing it away from her face. "God, no," she assured the blonde. "I love you."

    "Then what? Don’t you want me anymore?"

    "I want you so much it’s like a physical pain," Sam spat. "I want you so bad it eats away at me during the day and I can’t sleep at night. Of course I want you. Why can’t you understand I’m just not ready? I’m not ready to face the narrow minded, bigoted people who won’t understand that what we have is golden, and beautiful. I’m not ready for the people who are going to try to tell me that what we’re doing is wrong. I just want…"

    "What do you want?"

    "You." Sam stated the obvious simply, and leaned in for another kiss. Brooke moved back.

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