She laid down on my bed, propped up on her elbow, still staring. “So, did you leave a boyfriend behind in Iowa?”
I laughed loudly. “A boyfriend? No. Also, it’s Ohio.” I was so busy laughing at her thinking I had a boyfriend, that I had forgotten how nervous I was.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, amused.
“I haven’t ever had a boyfriend.” I was staring back at her now. I couldn’t look away. I could see the green in her eyes, even in the dim lighting.
“So, you’ve never dated?”
“No, I’ve dated,” I said slowly, waiting for her to put the pieces together. I didn’t have the courage to say I was a lesbian.
“So,” she started off, leaning in a little more closely. “You like girls.”
I nodded and continued looking into her eyes. A small smile was forming on her lips.
“What kind of girls are you into?”
Girls like you. “Oh, I don’t know.” I studied her this time. She had a few faint freckles. Her eyelashes thick.
“You know, I like girls, too,” she almost whispered.