NOT MY WORK!
linkEm knew she wasn't gay. But over the summer, as her affair with Conell became thêm aggressive, she was desperately seeking something other than the rough touch of a man.
Girls were thêm polished, she decided. Soft. Gentle. There was no chance of them hurting her the way men were able to.
There were things about girls she'd always noticed and liked. The silkiness of their hair and skin, their defined figures, the way they could look beautiful without trying...
Okay, so maybe she was bisexual. But these were feelings. Did labels matter in the end?
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It wasn't the first time she'd...
