Jules tucked a lock of hair behind her ears. “My sexuality feels a lot more real to me now, after today.”
“In a good way?” Sophie asked.
Jules nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I think so.”
“Good.”
“Were your parents supportive?” Jules asked.
“Yeah. They’ve been great. My whole family has been super supportive.”
“I’m glad,” Jules said.
“How do you think yours would react?”
“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?” Jules’s smile wilted slightly. “I want to say my mom would be cool about it. She’s always been my biggest supporter and my best friend, and she’s a lot more progressive than, say…my grandma. But we’re Cuban, and my whole family is super Catholic, and the reality is, they might not be cool about it.”
“I’m sorry,” Sophie told her. She’d been so envious of Jules when they first met, thinking she had this perfect, charmed life, but really, who did?
Josie arrived with their new drinks, and she and Jules sipped in silence for a few minutes.
“I don’t know what she added, but this one is the winner,” Sophie said thoughtfully. There was something vaguely spicy about the drink now, a hint of extra flavor that really made it pop.
“Yep,” Jules agreed.
“I hope your family pleasantly surprises you,” Sophie said.
Jules blanched, shaking her head. “I’m nowhere near ready to think about telling them yet.”
And that was the dash of reality Sophie needed to keep her hormones in check. “Hungry?” she asked instead.
“Starving, actually,” Jules said. “This alcohol is going straight to my head.”
“Want to finish these and go find something to eat?”
“Josie has menus at the bar,” Jules told her. “We could order takeout and eat it here.”
“Really? Yes, let’s do that.”
So, they perused the menus at the bar and placed an order from a Thai restaurant down the street. They gave Josie their thumbs-up on the new drink and returned to their table. Two hours—and a third round of drinks—later, they stepped outside into the chilly November night. Sophie was feeling pretty tipsy, and based on the relaxed grin on Jules’s face, so was she.
They chatted comfortably as they walked, talking mostly about rehearsals, until they reached the corner where they would part ways. Jules hesitated for a moment, tongue darting out to wet her lips, and all Sophie could think about was kissing her again, a real kiss not in any way inspired by their roles in the show.
She cleared her throat. “So, I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
Jules nodded, touching Sophie’s coat-clad arm before she turned to cross the street. “Bye, Sophie. And thanks again for everything today.”
7
Pleasure. Jules was swamped in it. Sophie’s soft lips met hers as their bodies moved together, skin sliding over skin. Delicate fingers trailed down her stomach and dipped between her legs, lighting her on fire. Jules whimpered, lost in Sophie’s brown eyes and the hot press of their bodies, rocking, arching, climbing. Harder. Faster. She was so close, so close…
Her eyes popped open, and she blinked into the darkness, confused and disoriented. Her fingers were clenched in the sheets. Her heart was pounding, and arousal pulsed in her core. She rolled over, checking the time on her phone as she gathered her wits. It was three fifteen in the morning, and she was apparently having sex dreams about Sophie now.
“What in the world,” she murmured as her thighs pressed together uncomfortably. If only she’d woken just a minute later… She rolled toward the wall, closing her eyes, but memories of the dream lingered behind her eyelids, and dammit, she was throbbing.
She pushed a hand into her underwear, gasping as her fingers slid through her wetness. Her hips arched instinctively, seeking more friction. She circled her clit, imagining it was Sophie’s hand, Sophie’s fingers, Sophie whispering dirty words in her ear. Jules whimpered, stroking herself faster. She rolled to her stomach, thrusting her hips against her hand, Sophie’s name on her lips as she tumbled over the edge. Her body stiffened as the orgasm swept through her, and then she collapsed, exhausted, against the bed.
She lay there, eyes closed, as her breathing slowed and her pulse returned to normal. And then, sated, she drifted back to sleep.
The next time she woke, the room had started to brighten with dawn and the alarm on her phone was chiming. Groaning, she reached over and silenced it. As she flopped back in bed, one arm thrown over her eyes, her mind drifted to the dream. Had that really happened? Well, she’d either dreamed the first part or all of it, and wow, that was…unusual.
She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a sex dream about anyone. Apparently, kissing Sophie yesterday had fully awakened her bisexuality, because as she got up and stepped into a hot shower to get ready for another day of rehearsals, she found herself wondering what sex with a woman would be like. And more specifically, what sex with Sophie would be like, what her hands would feel like on Jules’s skin, what kind of lover she was, how she sounded when she came.
Jules swiped a hand over her face, washing away the soap and attempting to cleanse her brain at the same time. She could not fantasize about Sophie like this. If she kept it up, she was going to make things awkward between them at the theater. And they had to work together for months to come.
To change the subject in her suddenly sex-starved brain, she mentally ran lines as she finished getting ready. The only problem was, Bianca was as obsessed with kissing a girl as Jules was. Perfect, really. She’d become her character.
“Ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath as she bundled into her coat and headed for the door. It was just a dream. She and Sophie were just friends.
Weren’t they?
Because maybe there’d been a bit of a…vibe between them last night at Dragonfly. There’d been a few moments that could have been flirty. Or not. Jules usually had pretty good intuition for when a guy was interested in her. But women were harder to read, or maybe she just didn’t know how to read them yet.
Maybe everything she was feeling was just a reaction to kissing a woman for the first time. It might not have anything to do with Sophie at all. The kiss had made her curious about sex with a woman, so she’d dreamed about it. That was all. Mystery solved.
Blowing out a relieved breath, she walked briskly down the sidewalk, eager to get to the theater and out of the cold morning air. At this point, she’d lived more than half of her life in New York, but Miami was still in her blood, because she could never seem to get warm here in the wintertime.
She went in through the theater’s back door and headed downstairs to her dressing room, unraveling her scarf as she walked. She put away her coat and left her bag on the sofa, closing the door behind her as she left.
“Hey.”
She turned at the sound of Sophie’s voice to see her walking down the hall toward Jules, morning coffee in hand. And whoa, Jules’s whole body went haywire at the sight of her. Her heart thudded inside her chest, and a jolt of electricity sparked in the pit of her stomach. “Good morning.”