“Sharing?” Elara asked.
Her head was tilted against the window, a thin drool trail connecting her lower lip to the collar of her oversized flannel. They had driven eight hours straight from a music festival in Tennessee, fleeing bad weather and a bad conversation with an ex who’d shown up uninvited. Mina had insisted on driving the whole way. “You rest,” she’d said. “I’ve got you.” Loving ladies 2024 01 16 -- 00-33-1226-04 Min
“Always,” Mina said. And she meant it. “Sharing
Mina’s eyes stung. She blinked it away. ” Mina said
“Come on,” Mina said, squeezing Elara’s hand and letting go. “Let’s get you some carbs.”