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“You did!” Excitement bubbled up inside Agnes’ stomach, and she couldn’t help throwing her arms around Cora. Cora embraced her tightly for a moment before pulling back. “Come out with me.”
“Yes.” The word was out of Agnes’ mouth before she could think better of it.
Cora’s eyes shone with joy. “It’s a date, then.”
Agnes nodded, unable to crush Cora’s look of hope and happiness. She knew it was rash to have said yes, but what could she do about now? Nothing, that’s what. Agnes didn’t believe in breaking her word, so she was just going to have to suck it up and go on a date with Cora.
Even though she knew this was a mistake, she couldn’t help but be excited. She would feel horribly guilty afterward, even more than she did about masturbating to fantasies about Cora, but still, she’d get to do something that had been hovering on the edges of her fantasies for weeks now.
Despite knowing it was illogical, Agnes couldn’t help but feel like she was betraying Jackie by having these thoughts and feelings. Though she knew that Jackie would want her to be happy, Agnes was struggling to let her wife go. It felt like moving on in this way would be saying goodbye to Jackie by just one more degree, and she wasn’t sure if she could handle that.
“Agnes? Are you alright?”
Agnes shook herself slightly and forced her eyes to meet Cora’s gaze. “Of course. Did you want to do more, or do you want to go straight to the treadmill?”
“You do your reps, then let’s hit the treadmill.”
Agnes was distracted throughout the rest of the session. She was sure Cora could tell, but Cora was kind enough not to call her out on it.
They showered in opposite stalls, and Agnes fought her usual battle to keep her eyes away from Cora’s wet, naked body—and failed, as usual. She at least managed to do it subtly enough that Cora didn’t notice. Well, Agnes hoped she didn’t notice. For the purpose of avoiding dying in embarrassment, she would have to believe that.
They said goodbye at the gym doors and Agnes went home in a daze. She was going on a date with Cora. They hadn’t arranged a day yet, but Cora was sure to bring it up sooner or later—probably sooner.
Agnes didn’t know whether she was more excited or worried by the idea.
Agnes played with the hem of her dress. She didn’t often wear dresses, except for special occasions. Maybe it was a bad idea to classify her date with Cora as such, but she couldn’t help it. This felt like a step forward in their relationship, a step that Agnes wanted very much despite how she feared it.
She wasn’t given long to stew in her own doubts. Agnes supposed she shouldn’t be surprised that Cora was early. Cora had seemed as eager as Agnes was for the date.
They were keeping it simple for tonight—just going out for dinner. Maybe they would do more adventurous dates in the future… But Agnes wasn’t going to allow herself to follow that train of thought. It was dangerous, likely to bring up bad memories and ruin her date with Cora.
She hurried to the door and pulled it open. Her jaw dropped. Cora was in a simple shirt—light blue and cut square at the neck- and tight black jeans and boots. The shirt wasn’t too tight, but it hugged her curves in a way that made Agnes’ mouth go dry as she looked. Her blonde hair was loose for a change and Agnes thought to herself how nice it looked.
It looks like a lion’s mane.
Next to Cora’s youthful perfection, Agnes felt suddenly old, but there was no mistaking the desire in Cora’s gaze as she raked her eyes up and down Agnes’ body.
“You look fantastic.”
Agnes grinned. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
“Shall we go, then?”
Despite how nervous she had felt for this date, now that Cora was here, Agnes felt her anxiety melt away. This was just Cora, lovely Cora with her warm calm energy—how many times had they laughed together? Chatted as they worked out? Of course, this was going to go well.
Agnes had let Cora choose the restaurant, and Cora had kept it simple—an Italian pizza place around the corner from the hospital, nothing too fancy but still nice.
They sat down and Agnes quickly perused the menu, picking the first thing that sounded good to her. She was more interested in talking to Cora than in food.
They quickly became involved in an animated discussion about work. Agnes was full of admiration for how talented Cora was, especially for her age. It took most surgeons decades to work up to the level of skill Cora had. She was wickedly intelligent, too, picking up on new knowledge faster than Agnes ever would have expected her to.
From sharing fascinating pieces of knowledge, they moved on to sharing stories of their funniest work experiences. The food arrived and Agnes started eating without really tasting it.
“No way!” Cora gasped.
“Oh, yes. Her OCD was too severe to allow otherwise. She absolutely refused to do the surgery unless we did the dance first.”
“But what does dancing have to do with surgery?”
