I could feel it, her hesitation, the way she held herself back. Desiporn Soft, kiss her, unsure.Just the ache of wanting her to feel seen. I pulled Meenu closer, our boobs touched, brushing.Meenu’s silence wasn’t hesitation anymore, it was surrender. We weren’t doing this for thrill or rebellion. About… being into women too?” I took a breath, still holding Geet’s hand like a tether.Me: “I think I always knew. I pulled Meenu closer, our boobs touched, brushing.Meenu’s silence wasn’t hesitation anymore, it was surrender. I glanced at Geet, a quiet signal passing between us, unspoken.I reached for Meenu’s head, my fingers brushing her hair gently. She hesitated, then gently closed the door behind her.
