My lips latched onto her neck, sucking harshly on the smooth skin. My hands pinned hers above her head as I straddled her legs. "Ryn, not too hard. You'll leave a mark" the girl groans beneath me struggling to get free from my grip. I pull my lips away with a smile, "That's kind of the point. Please shut up now" I peck her lips before finishing my decoration on her neck.

The sight of her laying in Desire's lap made me a bit possessive. If I mark her, maybe it'll keep that dark-haired idiot away from my girlfriend. I move my lips to her collarbone. "I guess this is a good time to tell you Des and I are going to prom together" Casey's words fall on my eardrum and bounce around in my head.

My lips pull away from her as I meet her russet eyes in disbelief. But I could tell she was serious. I didn't know if I wanted to slap her or punch her. I decided not to do either as I let her go and sit on her, my eyes not daring to leave hers. Surely she couldn't be serious? Prom? With Desire? No way, right?

"You cannot be serious" I hiss.

The girl sighs and nods her head, "She said she didn't have anyone to go with so I offered. But as friends obviously." I slap the girls' arm and climb off of her. I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. She could've asked anyone to go to prom with, hell she could've asked Jasmine. Instead, she asks the person who kissed her a week ago! The person who is trying to come in between us.

"Casey, go home" I spit, completely annoyed by her actions. The mood I was in earlier has disappeared. Thanks a lot, Casey. When the girl doesn't move my eyes land on her. "I said go home. I can't deal with you right now."

Casey bites her lip and sits up. "It's just Prom Kathryn, you're overreacting," she says her hand lands on mine. I quickly pull away from her as I let out a breath. "You are aware that she likes you, right? You are aware that she kissed you last week, right? You are aware that she doesn't care about our relationship, right? Why would you ever think I would be okay with you going with her to Prom?"

"We're only going as friends. It's not like we're going to sneak away from the crowd. We'll be surrounded by kids and teachers, by you."

"That hasn't stopped her before Casey!"

"She's not going to try anything. I already told you she apologized. What more do you want from her? She's my friend Ryn, we're only going as friends."

I bite my lip. "Then I guess I can go on a date with Thomas" I spit, knowing how it would cause her to act. She furrows her brows and shakes her head. "No, you can't."

"Why not? You can go to a whole school function with Desire, why can't I go on a whole day date with Thomas? It's the same situation isn't it?"

"It's not. He used to be your boyfriend. I never dater Des! We're going to be surrounded by teachers and students, you and him won't be. I don't see how that's the same situation at all."

"Why are you overreacting Casey? We're only going on the date as friends."

Casey doesn't say anything else as she grabs her things and leaves my apartment. And I force myself to remain seated on my bed and not chase after her and apologize. I knew what I was doing, but how else was I going to get her to realize how wrong it was for her and Desire to go to prom together.

I shake my head and lay back onto my bed, pulling the sheets closer, enjoying the smell of Casey Kings.

- - - - -

I roll my eyes at Emily. The week passed by so quickly. Monday quickly became a Friday. I hadn't really seen nor spoken to Casey since our argument. I knew she was avoiding me both in the hallways and at the apartments. The only wrong I did was compare situations.

I sigh and glance at my best friend before speaking up. "Casey and I had a fight" I admit. I had been holding it in for so long, I just needed someone to talk to about it. Was I in the wrong? Blue eyes land on me, waiting for me to continue. I look around her classroom before continuing.

"She told me on Monday that she and Desire are going to Prom together. And of course, I livid and against the idea. I tried to compare situations and told her I would go on a date with Thomasa to even the odds. And she's been avoiding me since then."

The woman takes a sip of her water before clearing her throat. Before she can speak a figure comes into the classroom. My eyes meet a beautiful set of russet eyes. I quickly look away from the girl, ignoring her presence as she walked closer to us. She stopped in front of Emily's desk, handing her a sheet of paper. She doesn't say anything to me as she turns on her heel and heads back out the door.

Silence settles around me and my friend before she speaks up. "I think you're insecure about something."

My eyes land on her in confusion. "I don't understand why you feel so inferior to that little girl. Why you think Casey would ever leave you for her. I get it, I dislike her too since she's obviously trying to draw a wedge in between you two. You need to trust Casey. Trust that she won't let it happen again. Trust that you're the only person she wants to be with. Trust her."

My eyes fall onto my fidgeting fingers. I open my mouth to talk but she continues. "I'm not saying you're the only one in the wrong. Casey is too. She should've talked with you first before she made that decision. Especially when the girl has made it clear she's into her. She should not have made a decision on her own."

"It's so obvious that you two love each other even after only 3 months. But the relationship is still new. You got out of a relationship where your partner didn't treat you the way you should be treated and it's scarred you, deeply. And Casey slept around, she's used to having free will over her decisions. You need to talk with her and apologize. She needs to apologize too. You can't get past this unless you talk to her. The avoiding each other, that's not going to get you two anywhere except apart. And I have shipped you guys for way too long for you two to just tear it apart."

I lightly chuckle at my friend and nod my head. "How come you're such a relationship Guru" I question.

The woman smiles, "I've been married since I was 18. I've been in a relationship since I was 14. Eventually, you start to learn and grow and you become a relationship counselor." I nod my head with a wide smile and we continue our lunch.

The rest of the day goes by in a breeze. I make it back to my apartment just in time to see Casey entering the elevator with me. My eyes land on her neck, spotting the hickey I'd given her Monday. It was fading though and honestly all I wanted to do was to suck on her neck again to make it darker. My eyes trail up the side of her neck until I meet her eyes.

I bite my cheek and look away, slightly embarrassed that I'd been caught staring. Once the elevator opens, Casey is the first one to exit. She walks slowly to her door as if contemplating something. She makes it to my door and stops in front of me. My brows knit together in confusion. The girl turns towards me. She opens her mouth to say something when we hear one of our neighbors stepping out of their apartments.

He greets us before making his way to the elevator. I get the hint and unlock my door, letting myself and my girlfriend in. I close the door behind us. It was an awkward silence between the two of us as we made our way to my couch. I set my purse down and take a seat, patting the spot next to me for Casey to take. She does.

Her shoulder bumps mine causing me to smile. I missed this contact. I missed her. We sat in silence a bit longer, just enjoying each others' company.

I turn towards the girl after much thought. "I'm sorry" she beats me to it. I frown in response. "I heard you and Emily talking. And I don't know why it took me this long to apologize in the first place. I knew you were right and I should've spoken to you first about the idea instead of making a decision on my own. If you don't want me to go with Desire, I won't go with her."

Her precious brown eyes meet mine and I can see the sincerity in her words. I can't help but smile as I lean in to capture her lips. "I'm sorry too. I overreacted. I just... Desire is your age and it's easier to get along with someone in your age group." I bit my tongue, I didn't want to admit that I was insecure or scared, but I knew I was.

"Can you stop?" Casey questions. She cups my face and captures my lips, causing me to melt into her. She pulls away, leaning her forehead against mine. "Stop what?" I question.

She sighs, "Stop thinking I'm going to leave you. Kathryn, I'm not sure if I have made it clear before but I am so in love with you. And I don't care if she's my age. You know I love older women."

My eyes fall from hers but she quickly brings my attention back to her. "If you don't want me to go with her I won't. I'm sorry I wasn't being mature. I'm sorry I didn't talk with you first. I'm sorry I was avoiding you."

When her thumb wipes under my eye, I realize that I'm crying. "I love you and only you Kathryn. Remember that please." Her lips kiss both my eyelids before she pulls me into her, hugging me. After a few minutes, I pull away from my girlfriend. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to act like the victim. You can go with her, I trust you. I always have, I just don't trust her. I'm insecure and scared and I'm sorry."

Casey shakes her head, "Don't be sorry about that. That's what I'm here for, to help you get over your insecurities. You are beautiful, smart, kind, and anyone would be lucky to have you, Kathryn. You are amazing. You are almost perfect. And no one's perfect so don't think because you aren't that there's something wrong with you. You are literally anyones' dream girl, and I am so lucky that I get to call you my girlfriend. And hopefully one day my wife."

Why is she so good with her words? I pull the girl back in for a hug. "I love you too Casey. I love you so much. And I want to call you my wife too."

The girl chuckles. She kicks off her shoes and lays on the couch, pulling me down to lay with her. I kick my shoes off as well and snuggle into her chest. We stay in this position and soon I fall into a deep slumber.

I wake up in my bed. With Casey nowhere to be seen. I groan and lay back down before reaching over and grabbing the phone on the nightstand. As I press the side button, the screen lights up. I smile when I notice it's not my phone but instead Casey's. The lock screen is a picture of us from New Years. I'm startled when my restroom door opens, revealing my beautiful girlfriend in only a sports bra and boxers.

Her eyes land on me before furrowing her brows. She approaches the bed with a towel in her hand. She dries her hair and sits on the bed. "My password is 3115" she admits. My eyes move between her and the phone before I realize what the situation looks like.

"I wasn't trying to do anything. I was looking at the time and then I saw the lock screen."

The girl smiles as she places the towel on the nightstand. She climbs into bed, getting awfully close. "It's fine." I roll my eyes before putting in her passcode. The home screen causes me to smile. "When did you take this picture?" I question.

The brown-skinned girl hums in thought before opening her mouth. "Last year. I think it was on Thanksgiving if not then, then on Christmas. You were sleep and admitting it feels weird but you looked so cute, I had to take a picture."

I smile, feeling both happy and creeped out. "Why is your passcode 3115? Is that like a favorite number or does it mean something?"

"It means Cake."

My brows raise in confusion, "Cake?" She nods her head. She pulls the phone from my hand and goes to her notes, writing the number down. "Think about the alphabets. C would equal 3. A would equal 1. Since the passcode only requires 4 numbers, I improvised. Between the 3 and the 5 is the number 11 which would equal the K and then the 5 would equal E."

I nod my head, "And what does Cake stand for exactly?"

"Casey Annise, Kathryn Elizabeth."

I smile at the meaning and glance at my girlfriend. She moves closer to me, pressing her lips against my own. "You're so cute, you know that right?" I mutter against her lips. She nods her head.

"I love you" I peck her lips again. Happy that we weren't avoiding each other anymore. "Oh, that reminds me. My mom asked for us to join her on Sunday. She wants us to go to church with her."

I raise my brows, "Are you okay with that?"

Casey nods her head, "I have to admit that I do somewhat miss going. And when my mom was homophobic I stopped going to church and I believed that all Christians had it out for me. But, I don't know, I want to explore my religious options again."

I kiss her cheek with a small smile. "If you want to go, baby, I'm all for it." The girl smiles warmly at me, "Good because I wanted to dress up and show you off."