They had just arrived at the beach house and, even though the desire was more than shared, Simone answered: "Well, call your mom."

"Not the response I was waiting for" Annabelle said a bit taken aback.

"Annabelle, you’re a minor. My aunt certainly called the police and I don’t really feel like getting arrested right now."

"You had other plans?" Annabelle replied cheekily

"Yes, involving you and me in a bed… or against a door; depends of the scenario; and now please call your mother"

Simone left and put the kettle on, listening to Annabelle’s voice. She finally felt whole again, but she wondered how long the feeling would remain.

"Hi mom. Did you get a phone call from anyone recently?"

As it turned out, no one had called the police. Annabelle had tried to tell her mother about Simone, but her mother hung up too rapidly ‘I’m a busy woman Annabelle; I’ll call you another time to discuss your girlfriends if you don’t mind.’

"It’s okay" Simone said, pouring the tea into the mugs "I’m not that impatient to have her have me killed anyway."

Taking a mug, Annabelle smiled. "It’s just that she doesn’t care. I don’t even think she’ll care about us, you know? Although, she could have you killed."

Simone laughed softly before both of them shared a long stare.

"I’m happy to be home" Annabelle said.

Remembering something, Simone walked to the kitchen and came back with a post-it she had left on the fridge. "I forgot. We’ll be visiting apartments and small houses next week. If you don’t mind that is."

Annabelle had thought a lot about moving in with Simone. She had never been the kind to jump into something hastily, ignoring the consequences. She had never thought about living with another woman. Just thinking that she’d have to share her space made her cringe. But, somehow, when she thought about living with Simone, all she feared was herself. She craved to live with her, but what if Simone got tired of her a couple of days from now? After all, they hadn’t been together for that long, they didn’t know each other’s habits, and they hadn’t even spent a whole day together yet. Although she knew that it was all she wanted, she couldn’t help but wonder. What if she got on Simone’s nerves? What if Simone discovered she couldn’t cook anything other than frozen pizza? Just those thoughts were scaring her to death, sending cold chills down her spine.