Connected Hearts - Four Lesbian Romance Stories Read Online Free PDF Page B

one. She smiled. “Relax. I’m gay. And yes, my grandmother knows. She was the first person I came out to.”
    “And she’s fine with it?”
    “She says if that’s what makes me happy, then she’s all for it.”
    Michelle casually touched Amanda’s shoulder. “That’s what my grandfather said to me too. Wow, too bad those two never met. They would have made a great couple.”
    Amanda considered it for a moment. If her grandfather married my grandmother, that would make us siblings or cousins. She shook herself. The longer she talked to Michelle, the more she liked her—but it wasn’t in a sisterly way. The thought took her by surprise. You’re not attracted to her, are you? No, of course she wasn’t. Besides, she was too hungover to feel anything but nauseated. “Maybe,” she said, “but I really can’t imagine my grandmother with anyone but my grandfather.”
    “I know what you mean,” Michelle said. She pointed at one of the DVD shelves. “Do you want to watch one of her movies? I have them all.”
    Amanda glanced at her watch. She had more than enough time, but was it really a good idea to hang out here for much longer?
    “It’s just an offer,” Michelle said when Amanda kept hesitating. “I can drive you to your car now if you want, but it might not be a bad idea to let the residual alcohol wear off and give the Aspirin some time to kick in.”
    Finally, Amanda shrugged. “Sure, why not?” She hadn’t seen her grandmother’s movies in a while, and if she were at home now, she wouldn’t do much beyond hanging out on the couch either.
    “Which one?”
    “How about Spur of the Moment ?”
    “Good choice. It’s my favorite.” Michelle got up, picked a DVD out of the shelf without having to search for it, and headed over to the large flat-screen TV in the corner. On the way back from the DVD player, she hesitated in front of the recliner but then returned to the couch and sat next to Amanda again. “Want to do the honors?” Bowing as if she were handing over a scepter, Michelle held out the remote control.
    “Thank you, kind ... um ... lady.” Their fingers brushed as Amanda reached for the remote control. She bit her lip and started the movie.
    * * *
    When the closing credits rolled across the TV screen, Amanda realized that her headache was now just a dull pressure instead of a constant throbbing. She had kicked off her shoes and curled her legs under her. Her shoulder touched Michelle’s—and probably had during half of the movie.
    Michelle moved a few inches to the right, as if she had only now realized it too. She turned her head and trailed her gaze over every inch of Amanda’s face. “I wasn’t imagining things. You really look a lot like your grandmother.”
    Amanda blinked. “Yeah?” She liked to think so, but most people thought she was a carbon copy of her mother, who looked nothing like Grandma. “You really think so?”
    “Of course. You have this ...” Michelle reached out as if to touch Amanda’s cheek with one fingertip. At the last moment, she withdrew her hand. “Um ... The curve of your cheekbones is exactly like hers. And your smile.”
    They stared at each other.
    Amanda’s skin seemed to heat beneath Michelle’s intense gaze.
    Then Michelle looked away and stuffed her hand into the back pocket of her jeans. She cleared her throat. “How’s your head?”
    A little confused. But of course, that wasn’t what Michelle was asking. “I’m fine,” Amanda said. She gulped down the remainder of her water.
    “All right. Then let’s go.” Michelle turned off the TV, and they headed for the door.
    * * *
    Amanda smirked. At least one stereotype was true—Michelle’s means of transportation was an SUV.
    “So why doesn’t the promising grandchild of the grand dame of romantic movies believe in love?” Michelle asked as she unlocked the car and held the passenger side door open for Amanda.
    Amanda waited until Michelle had gotten in on her side and had