It doesn’t come as much of a surprise to Alex Ryan when she finds herself falling head over heels for Connie O’Reilly. How could she not? There isn’t a person alive who wouldn’t be drawn to the irresistibly beautiful and charming Connie. It seems impossible she could reciprocate -- not when Alex is so awkward, so timid, so very much a girl -- until what starts as a sweet friendship blossoms into something so much more than Alex could have dreamed of. Alex knows what they have is a momentary thing, not enough to be called forever. Connie’s the most popular girl in the school, wealthy and admired. She’s going to go to Trinity, maybe marry a lawyer. She’s going to have everything Alex could never give her. She isn’t stupid, after all. Status and reputation might mean nothing to Alex, but to Connie they are everything. The only out-lesbian they know is ridiculed by everyone she meets, and it’ll be a cold day in hell before Connie lets that be her. But when rumours spark and new faces enter the picture, they’re both set to discover that, while it may be easy to walk away, it’s a lot harder to move on.

The Night Belongs to Us

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, motherfucker,” she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder, “This party is tedious.”


“I’ve just been in here chatting to Julia,” I replied, and her eyebrows furrowed.


“Julia.” I gestured to the other girl who was still standing next to me.


“Oh, of course.” Connie let go of me and straightened up. There was a bite of clipped suspicion in her slurred voice. I watched as she gave her a once over, eyes narrowed and skeptical. “Julia, hey. I didn’t know you’d be coming tonight.”


“It’s her first party. I made her a drink.”


“How kind of you.” Connie folded her arms against her chest. “Well. You seem to be getting along just fine. Best of chums. I’ll head back outside, I guess.”


Chapter 22