• jacydelvecchio

Drabbles: #9


"I already told you I’m not a lesbian,” Lydia said. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Laura staring at her while biting her lip.

“Is being a lesbian like being gay?” she asked slowly. She wasn’t prepared for the look Lydia gave her.

“Lesbian means the same thing as gay, it’s just specific to females,” she said. “Where did you learn that word?”

“Gay?” Laura asked. Lydia nodded. “My brother.”

The red-head’s eyes narrowed. “Where did your brother learn it?”

“His mate. My brother’s mate actually explains things about humans to him instead of just ignoring him all the time,” Laura said pointedly. Lydia rolled her eyes. “My brother says his mate never stops talking.”

The werewolf frowned when her mate stiffened and an expression of urgency appeared on her face.

“Did your brother find his mate the same night you found me?”

“Yes,” Laura answered warily.

“Have you met your brother’s mate?” Lydia asked.

“No, but Derek has described him many times.”

“Physical appearance?” Laura nodded. “Does he have whiskey colored eyes?”

Laura shook her head and gave a distressed whine when her mate deflated.

“I do not know what whiskey is, but if it is the same color as honey, then yes.”

“Cute nose? Pretty mouth? Long fingers?” Lydia questioned rapidly.

Laura stared. “You know him.”

“Did anyone else in your pack find their mate on the same night as you?” Lydia demanded to know.

“My sister Cora and pack brother Boyd,” Laura answered automatically. She was still reeling from the fact that her mate knew Derek’s.

“A boy and a girl right? Both with curly blond hair. The boy with blue eyes and the girl with brown,” Lydia said.

Laura’s mouth fell open. All of their mates knew each other.

 

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