Confined Desires

by Katherine McIntyre

Confirmed Desires - Katherine McIntyre
Part of the Rehoboth Pact series:
  • Confined Desires

Sky’s crush on her best friend has always been unrequited… until they’re stuck in quarantine together and sparks fly.

Sky’s high school bestie is moving back to the area and staying with her for a few weeks. Easy, right? Not when she’d held a torch for the woman since high school. The moment Mia walks through Sky’s door, those unrequited feelings return full-force. So, when a spreading virus keeps them confined in Sky’s apartment even longer, Sky is screwed.

Mia returns home after a bad breakup, but Sky is the only one who offers a safe place to land. However, the seven years they spent apart has her looking at her best friend through a different lens, attraction sparking with every inside joke, shared dinner, and cuddle on the couch.

That flare of desire fast turns physical. They can’t get enough of each other. Yet, whenever Mia tries for the "where is this going" talk, Sky dodges. Sky lost her sister in high school, and ever since, she’s become ace at keeping dates at a distance. Yet if she doesn’t manage to push past her own fears, she might lose her one shot at happiness with the woman she’s waited a lifetime for.

Excerpt:

Sky strode into her kitchen, careful not to creak along the linoleum. She wasn’t used to sneaking around her apartment and tended to march around like an elephant with steel-dipped soles, but she didn’t want to disturb her guest.

Mia had arrived yesterday, late enough that even a night owl like her was ready to pass the hell out. They’d barely gotten a chance to chat before Sky set up the futon for her and then they both crashed. Which left about a thousand questions swirling through her mind, ones that wouldn’t exist if Sky had sent more than the occasional email or text over the past five years.

They’d been high school besties who’d dropped off the map when Mia went to college across the country in Seattle, and Sky stayed at home going to culinary school instead. Tale as old as the stale crackers in the back of her pantry.

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Byron and Shelley perked at the sound of her moving around, but before the obnoxious meowls could begin, she poured out kibble into their little metal dishes. Her two tabbies rushed for the bowls and dunked their greedy heads in. Clearly, she starved them.

Sky set about to assembling her coffee for the day, strong enough to kick her teeth in. Normally, she finished the twelve-cup carafe by her lonesome, but she supposed she could share a drop or two. As she set the grounds in the gold cone filter, her gaze drifted over to where Mia lay on the futon fast asleep.

The woman had curled to her side. The purple down comforter tangled between her legs, revealing her creamy, toned thighs in the miniscule Kelly green shorts she wore. Her rich brown hair cascaded in a tumble of waves, and with her eyes closed, she looked so gorgeous Sky’s breath caught in her throat.

After years of crushing on this woman, she should’ve gotten over those fantasies by now. When Mia lived a billion miles away in Seattle, she could try to forget. But when she was here? In her house? The urge to go over and sniff Mia’s glossy locks surged strong, but Sky wasn’t a total creep. Just an idiot for agreeing to let the newly single woman crash on her futon for the next few weeks. Time to play the game of how many hours of overtime could she cram in without making it seem like she was hardcore avoiding Mia.

The coffee maker sputtered as it set to the arduous task.

The sound caused Mia’s lashes to flutter, and a moment later, a groan came from the futon as she stretched her arms overhead. Sky stared at the thin line of coffee filling into the carafe. So much for slipping out undetected. The creak of footsteps sounded, and Sky looked up to see Mia approaching in a loose gray tank top, no bra, and shorts that may as well have been underwear. Not like she could complain about the stunning view, but Christ, the sight made tamping down her libido even harder.

Mia let out a yawn and wiped the sleep from her eyes as she settled by Sky’s side. Sky ran a hand through her finger-length hair, recently shorn, trying to avoid the prickling heat that crawled up her neck.

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Author of stories with snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes.


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