Jenny’s hand moves straight for Emma’s shirt because, frankly, they’ve been engaged in some pretty intense foreplay for about four months.
But Emma stops her, and Jenny smiles and says, “Just a cuddle?” And Emma says, “Yeah, just a cuddle.” And so they cuddle.
At some point in the night, Emma takes off her blue plaid shirt. I was kind of wondering if there was some kind of Samson situation happening with it, if you want to know the truth. Like maybe if she takes it off, she’ll lose all her powers? But no. Just as lovable as ever.
Jenny wakes up Emma, and Emma asks if it’s OK if they wait. Jenny’s like, “Wait for what? Whatever could you be talking about?” And Emma’s all, “Um, you know, with the you and the me and the nakedness and, like, three steps after snogging.” Jenny’s like, “I know what you mean, silly.”
They canoodle some more and Emma enjoys it for about six seconds before her standard Emma panic kicks it to eleven again. What are they going to tell people at school? Should she come out? How should she do that? With an announcement over the intercom? Does she have to get some kind of lesbian certification? Should she have already mailed the lesbian certification forms? What if they got lost in the mail? What if the entire lesbian certification board is on holiday? What if she never gets her lesbian certification? What if the sky falls down in the middle of the night? What if the sun explodes and the earth goes out of orbit? What if, what if, what if. Jenny holds her hand again, all, “Breathe, little lamb. We’ll figure it out together.”