Blake sighed into the kiss and pressed her forehead to Gwen’s, just breathing her in.
"Maybe I'm just naïve to hope that she'd accept us. Or... just stupid. I dunno. I guess ultimately it doesn't matter what everyone else thinks, as long as we're together and happy and... saying things that are best suited to a harlequin novel," she smirked and rolled her eyes. That seemed all too sappy to her.
"C'mon," she took Gwen's hand, "Let's go do things that'll make baby Jesus cry..."