When Gemma comes back up, Celeste is still breathless. “See?” she says when she can finally talk. “You just had to try it out for yourself.”

“Yeah,” replies Gemma. “Sorry it took so long, though.”

Celeste gives her forehead another kiss. “Nah, you were fine.”

For a moment, they stay like that, lying side by side while staring into each other’s eyes. Celeste’s heart flutters, and not from the recent orgasm.

“Why don’t I make us some dinner?” Celeste asks, getting out of bed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, maybe because we didn’t eat a proper lunch.”

Gemma clears her throat. Celeste holds her breath, and she half-expects Gemma to say she has to go home again. But then, Gemma sits up and says, “Sounds good. Anything I can do to help?”

At long last, Celeste lets herself relax. “No,” she says with a mischievous grin. “You just stay in my bed like that, naked and sexy.”

30: Gemma

Celeste makes us not only dinner, but also breakfast the next morning, brewing us steaming hot coffee and expertly making fancy Korean street toast that I’ve only had in LA Koreatown cafés.

As I bite into my sandwich stuffed with veggie omelet, cheese, and sausage, I can’t help but think of Val and Kiara and how they started dating. Celeste’s and my situation couldn’t be more different than theirs, but my heart beats faster, regardless.

“What do you have going on for the rest of the weekend?” Celeste asks with her hands wrapped around her coffee mug.

I blink. Since the holidays are over now and I have everything sorted out for my move later in the month, I don’t have any plans. I was planning on taking it easy and maybe watch an episode—or five—of a new rom-com K-drama I’ve seen people talk about online.

When I tell this to Celeste, she gasps.

“Oh, I’ve been wanting to watch that, too,” she says, clapping her hands. “I don’t have much going on today, either. Want to watch it together?”

“Sure.”

I’ve only seen Celeste clap her hands excitedly in one context: when we’re talking about cute K-dramas. The unexpected flash of familiarity makes me grin.

After we finish eating and cleaning up our plates, Celeste and I return to her bedroom. She steps out momentarily and comes back with her laptop and bed tray table, the same one she had when we were in college. Then, we cuddle up in bed together and hit play.

The show is cute, albeit a tad bit stereotypical with its standard poor-girl-meets-the-rich-son-of-the-CEO K-drama plot. The overarching story has more to it than that, but Celeste and I don’t get past the first couple of episodes before we’re kissing again.

Finally, Celeste places the tray table down on the floor.