I. Sapphira and Crista
Rated M Recommended for Mature Audiences Only Sapphira Starlett. 20. 11:17 PM “Are we just not going to talk about yesterday?” Crista’s voice embarrassingly sent shivers down Sapphira’s spine even after over a year of dating, “I’m happy about it,” the girl blushed, “But I’m afraid I made you uncomfortable. You said it yourself it's been,” “–Three years,” Sapphira cut her off, pacing the floor of her bedroom as her girlfriend sat on her bed, her legs dangling over the edge, “It’s fine Crista. I promise, you didn’t do anything wrong.” “Then why did you seem so angry after?” The girl’s brow furrowed. Sapphira sighed. After the Games she never thought she’d be able to sleep besides someone, much less fuck them, the images of Summer still fresh in her mind. She could have died so easily that day, and it was just as easy for somebody to kill her the same way, in her most vulnerable state. Anaïs came and left, frustrated by the lack of sex, and Sapphira couldn’t really blame her, but th...