But before we can kiss, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Celeste steps back so I can get out my phone and check the notification.

“It’s Evelyn,” I tell Celeste. “She loves our idea. She’s going to use her contacts to find an older sapphic couple for us.”

“That’s great! I’m looking forward to this next set of interviews.”

We pause and burst out laughing. It’s amazing how we can so easily switch gears from sexy to professional.

One moment, we’re smiling at each other, and in the next, Celeste is kissing me, long and deep. She only pauses to whisper in my ear, “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but you have beautiful, irresistible lips.”

Suddenly, the sugar from the bingsu isn’t the only thing giving me a high. My heart beats faster and louder, so much that I wonder if Celeste can hear it, too. She says something else, and it takes me a moment to process her words.

My voice comes out breathy and quiet when I ask, “Wait, what?”

“I said, do you want to go back to my place?” she repeats herself, flashing me an amused grin.

“Oh, God, yes,” I say. “I’m so turned on right now.”

Celeste smiles and gives me a peck on the lips. “Okay, let’s go.”

On our way back to her place, I send my friends a text: So, Celeste and I agreed to be in a casual relationship together. Like, officially.

Kiara is the first to reply. I KNEW you two wouldn’t be able to stay professional for long!

“Casual”? Val asks. And how are you feeling about that?

Good, actually! I reply. Taking your advice from way back when to let things flow the way they’re going.

Val sends back a thumbs-up that makes me giggle. She even texts like a Boomer sometimes.

Have fun and have lots of sex! Kiara replies. Don’t come back home tonight! K THANKS LOVE YOU BYE!!!!

Val sends a stream of crying-while-laughing emojis, and I grin.

Celeste and I barely make it back to her place before we start taking each other’s clothes off. She still tastes sugary-sweet from the dessert, so I can’t keep my mouth off hers as we move to her bed.

Celeste puts a pillow under my pelvis, propping me up before running her hands up my legs and around my hips. My back arches when her mouth finds my center, and she chuckles as my breaths come out in light gasps.

“Yes,” I murmur. “Just like that.”

She reaches up to cup my breasts, massaging them as her tongue flicks at my core. Heat builds up in my center, and I’m about to come when she suddenly sits up.