Sara had to stop kissing Clara's neck as she was moved to look at Clara and her caring eyes. She was beginning to get lost in them when a voice, her father's voice, spoke in her head about not trusting anyone who wants to know your secrets. She wanted Clara to know, but she had so many doubts.
As she listened to CLara's words, she knew the older girl was right. That she shouldn't let it sit inside her. She hoped that maybe someday she could tell Clara the truth. Maybe after she let herself admit the truth.
Sara stared at Clara for a long time. Was she competing with Tracey? Se realized she had made a mistake, that she had in fact cared about Tracey, but Tracey hated her now it seemed, Sara had made sure of that, for what reason she didn't know. And even with Tracey, she had never felt some of the things that Clara, in the little time they had known each other, made her feel.
"No." she said quietly and brought her lips to Clara's as she rested a top Clara, her stomach against the other girl's.