MayWeMeetAgain
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Michaela, whilst grieving and overwhelmed with the feelings blossoming in her chest for her cousin's widow, does the only thing she can think to do when asked so sweetly to stay, she flees.
But now, after two years of running, she has returned to London, determined to make amends with the woman she has managed to convince herself she cannot fall in love with, under any circumstances.
Yet her chosen path is not an easy one, for Francesca Stirling, now seething with rage, grief, and a furious current of feelings she neither understands nor can explain, is just as determined to discover the very reason for Michaela's flight in the first place, a reason Michaela is intent on keeping to herself.
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07 Mar 2026
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Nami bumps her shoulder playfully.
“There,” she says with a wink. “Now we won’t ever forget to text each other. I’m gonna annoy you so much, princess, you’re gonna regret ever giving me your number.”
“I doubt that,” Vivi says. She really, really does. “You better keep me up to date with everything everyone gets up to, okay?”
(A love story told in texts, phone calls and birthday presents, in the year after Vivi goes home from her study abroad.)
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12 Mar 2026
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“You’re a riot, Crash,” Trinity says, casting an unimpressed glance towards the pile of deconstructed IKEA parts on the floor. “Did you seriously just give up on this shit after five minutes and send a cry for help to the first lesbian you could think of?”
“Um, no,” Victoria lies. “Of course not.”
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12 Feb 2026
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Victoria slams to a halt in the middle of the floor, feeling like she’s been sucker-punched in the stomach by a brick wall with hands. She can only stare, because holy shit. Because that is Cassie McKay, and she’s here at Blue Moon, at the lesbian bar, the bar where lesbians go, holding a can of Diet Coke and leaning casually against the wall as she smiles down at a pretty, dark-haired girl who looks twenty-four at most.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
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11 Feb 2026
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“Let me get this straight,” Santos says, flat and disbelieving. “No one you’ve fucked has ever made you come?”
Samira glares at her, flushed with embarrassment. “Say it a little louder, why don’t you? The people upstairs might not have heard.”
"Samira,” Santos says, shaking her head. “This is a crime that should earn your exes fifty to life, no parole. Getting you off would be a fucking privilege.” A beat, and then: “Shit, if you ever want a hand with that, you could just ask me.”
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09 Jan 2026