When McGonagall was gone, Tracey reached up and rubbed her sore elbow. She looked at Sara as she explained. In almost any other case she would have been angry. But, Tracey was so relieved that Sara wasn’t disgusted or mad that her own pain was forgotten.
Tracey sucked in a soft breath at Sara’s suggestion. She looked back towards the lovely brunette and smiled. Her shyness was coming back but the last thing she wanted to do was stop. It was bad enough they had been interrupted…
“I do,” Tracey admitted coyly. What she really wanted to do was scream and jump out and down and gush about how she didn’t want to do anything else more in the world than to continue what they had started.