She and Juliet had experienced a single decent day together, and she had come out to her?
Blinking her eyes open, she stared at herself in the mirror.
“What iswrongwith you?” She asked mirror-Darcy.
She lifted her eyebrows up at herself, reasoning, “Well, I didn’t say the word lesbian.Inever said that.”
No, Juliet had, and it had been the dose of reality that cut through to Darcy.
Mirror-Darcy rolled her eyes back, as she muttered, “What, like I can walk it back just because I didn’t say,hey I’m a giant homo?”
Obviously, that wouldn’t work.
Darcy had never been so reckless.
… Not when it came to the music, anyway. Fine, so she had a short temper. She’d gotten in some fights throughout high school, she’d mouthed off to assholes at the bar or the bowlingalley. But all of her past impulsive behavior wasbefore. Before she had something to lose.
She’d thought losing control around Juliet would hit its peak when it came to their media rivalry.
Apparently, she’d outdone herself! Apparently, what Darcy required to loseallcontrol around Juliet was finding that perfect rhythm that made her feel electric inside, Juliet complimenting her, and two glasses of stupidly expensive wine.
There was a reason she hadn’t shared this with anyone. Well, there were multiple reasons, but the biggest one was that she typically wasn’t such a fucking idiot.
Eliana was concerned that her audience would start turning on her for having the audacity to publicly dislike Juliet. What would her publicist think ifthisgot out?
Darcy had decided the morning after she’d slept with a woman for the first time that her sexuality wouldn’t deter her from making it. She’d had thisone dreamfor her entire life; she wouldn’t let her sexual identity get in the way.
She’d come this far, only to confess to Juliet fucking Jacobs?!
Yes, she’d felt a connection, an attraction, when they’d been singing together. Which she should have expected, because shedidadmire Juliet. Of course, it was going to make her feel good and powerful and swept up with Juliet finally – FINALLY – admitted that she thought Darcy was talented.
Yes, she’d felt – god, she didn’t even really know. She’d certainly feltsomethingtaking a hold deep inside of her after having two and a half glasses of ludicrously expensive wine in a twenty-minute span, when Juliet had looked at her all intense bedroom eyes, pressing her about sex.
Stupid.Stupid.
She supposed she finally understood how Juliet fooled everyone for years and years into thinking she was a damn angel. She had that – thatthingwhen she looked at you, pulling you in.
Now that Darcy wasn’t in her orbit, it seemed clear that Juliet had to have been goading her. Right?
She –
Darcy froze, the water still running from the faucet in front of her, when she heard the door to the bathroom open and close.
She blinked her eyes open just in time to see Juliet reach back and flick the lock on the door.
Darcy’s hands went to the sides of the sink, gripping the porcelain tightly as she stared at Juliet in the mirror.
“What the hell are you doing?” She asked, forcefully, rolling her shoulders back. “Why would you lock the door?”
If they were about to have some sort of bathroom brawl… fine. Not what she’d expected, but, fuck, maybe Juliet was justthathomophobic, for all Darcy knew.
Darcy was one hundred percent sure she could take Juliet down. Physically, she was taller and scrappier. When it came to mental fortitude, Darcy had to fight for everything she’d gotten in the world while Juliet had gotten to sail through her life. No competition.
“Because while there’s hardly anyone still in the studio right now, I’m not careless enough to take that kind of chance.”
Darcy ticked her head to the side, confusion sliding through her.Werethey actually going to fucking fight?!
Without missing a beat, Juliet held her gaze steadily in the mirror, before she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her flowy, white shirt – now stained with the red wine she’d spilled upon Darcy coming out to her – and pulled it right off.
