Chapter 3
Zoe Rivas will be the death of her, the doctors told her she would have years to live, but seeing Zoe, dripping wet in that fucking red bikini...it was going to kill her there on the spot. Grace hadn’t gone into the water yet, content to watch the other girl swim. But it seems that Zoe is having none of it, judging by the way she’s walking toward her.
“Come on, stop making me swim alone,” Zoe pouts, leaning over Grace. “Won’t you come and play with me?”
Grace swallows hard, her eyes flickering from Zoe’s eyes to her lips and then to the generous cleavage the swim top showed off. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like the way Zoe had phrased the question. “I-uh-of course, weirdo.”
She stumbles over her words but loses no time in shoving herself out of the lounge chair to jump into the pool, using the cool water to try and clear her thoughts. She needed to stop thinking about Zoe like that, she had already hurt her once, she wouldn’t do it again.
When Grace surfaces, Zoe is sitting on the side of the pool, smirking at her. “What?” Grace chuckles, splashing water at the younger girl.
“You’re just a goof is all,” Zoe smiles, slipping into the water with a small splash. “You ever gonna tell me where we’re going after this?”
Grace snorts, laying back to float along the water. “Not a chance, but I really think you’ll like it,” she replies, smiling to herself. She’d been planning the drive to California since she mentioned the trip, but she in no way would be ruining the surprise she has in store.
“You’re no fun!” Zoe huffs, smacking the water with a small frown.
Grace can’t help herself as she rights herself in the water, swimming toward Zoe slowly. “I’m sure I could convince you how fun I can be.”
She’s not sure where the confidence comes from, or why she keeps doing this to herself, but she backs Zoe against the side of the pool, a smirk on her lips. “Or would you rather go back to our room for that?”
She watches Zoe’s eyes flicker to her lips and she should really be prepared for what happens next, but then again, she’s never not been surprised by Zoe. There’s a pair of warm lips against hers and Zoe’s arms are around her neck and every bit of Grace is cheering inside.
Grace responds almost instantly, sliding her arms around Zoe’s waist, bringing her closer as she deepens the kiss, inhaling sharply through her nose. She’d waited so long for this, crushed her feelings down and watched them both suffer, just to come to this moment. This moment she had sworn to survive for, even if (at the time) it was a pipe dream.
Zoe is pulling away far too soon for Grace’ss liking, making the older girl frown a bit as she looks at the brunette biting her lip. “What’s wrong?” She asks softly, her fingers tracing circles along Zoe’s lower back.
“I just-you said...” Zoe starts, her brow furrowing a bit as she looks into Grace’s dark eyes. “I thought you weren’t gay.”
Grace sighs softly at that before she’s slowly pressing Zoe into the wall. “We can talk about how gay I am later,” she hums, kissing along Zoe’s cheek to her neck. “Because, boy am I gay...and I want you.”
She breathes the last part against Zoe’s pulse before she’s raking her teeth along the skin, smirking at the soft gasp she gets in return. “I want you too,” Zoe murmurs, tangling her fingers in Grace’s damp hair.
Grace hums softly, kissing her way to Zoe’s collarbone before shifting back to kiss her hard, pressing her into the wall a little harder. Zoe’s legs push her forward, rocking her core into Grace’s stomach hard enough to make them both whimper with need.
Grace is about to say fuck it and just give Zoe what she wants when someone above them clears their throat, making them both jump. “Dieu, je suis tellement desole,” Grace rushes out the French her schooling had forced upon her from day one slipping out in her panic.
“Oh! You don’t speak English!” The woman says, waving her hand at them. “I suppose that’s okay, you don’t understand American customs.”
“I-” Grace starts, only to have Zoe steam roll the conversation with her own chattering French.
“-Oui, nous ne parlon pas anglais. Merci beaucoup, nous partirons maintenant,” she says, smiling sheepishly as she shoves Grace toward the ladder out of the pool.
They grab their things and giggle their way to the elevator, breathing hard by the time they’re leaning against the stainless steel walls. “I can’t believe we just did that!”
“Mine was an accident! It happens when I panic,” Grace laughs, thudding her head back against the cool metal.
“Well, I thought it was hot,” Zoe says lowly, biting her lip. “I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard you speak French.”
Grace chuckles softly, shaking her head a bit before she’s looking at Zoe again. There was her mistake, because there was no way she could keep her hands off of the younger girl. She steps forward and takes Zoe’s hand, pulling them close once more. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” She murmurs before they’re kissing again.