Azzi dreaded Valentine's Day because she and Paige seemed to both avoid acknowledging their relationship status. Everytime Azzi considered asking, something got in the way. Everytime Paige thought of asking Azzi out officially, she found a fault in her plan. So both women were just vibing.

To make matters worse, Azzi hadn't heard from Paige all day. The place was too quiet, everybody on campus seemed to have a damn valentine. By 12 p.m., after getting breakfast and stopping by a professor's office, Azzi was in poor spirits.

She could feel herself on the brink of tears as she held a to-go box, unlocking her apartment door. As soon as she swung the door open, a giddy looking Paige was standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers. The rest of the studio apartment was doused in rose petals, the words "I love you" spelled out on Azzi's bed—also in petals. Off to the side near her mounted tv was a giant stuffed bear and a gift basket, seemingly full of scented lotions, candies, and jewelry.

"Oh my God," Azzi's heart beat out of her chest as she looked around. Her chest rose and fell as she spoke, "I didn't get you anything." Paige maintained the same overly happy smile, not seeming to care.

"You weren't expecting me to get you stuff," she figured, "so I didn't expect you to get me anything." She handed Azzi the bouquet. "Plus," she went on, "this year is for you, Azzi. You deserve to be catered to. Not everything needs to be reciprocated."

Azzi was actually speechless, did this mean that she and Paige were dating? Should she just ask? No, it could ruin the moment somehow. Maybe she should just stop worrying about labels. I mean, Azzi highly doubted that Paige was going from house to house, dropping petals and bears and candy and shit. So obviously, Paige must truly like Azzi.

"If you allow me to," Paige murmured, playing with the necklace that Azzi was wearing, "I would like to take you out on a date later today." Azzi was an observer above all things, she took note of very little words used. Paige saying "later" alerted Azzi.

"So what are you gonna be doing till then?" Azzi asked, folding her arms with a warm smile.

"What do you mean?" Paige retorted.

"You said you'd like to take me out on a date later today" Azzi repeated Paige's words back to her. "So, until 'later,' what are you doing?" Azzi made air quotes with both hands at her mention of "later."

Paige rolled her eyes, "you're so technical bruh," she swung her arm around Azzi's neck, nearly putting her in a headlock. "But, I was thinking we could chill here for a little? Watch movies, sleep, you know..."

Azzi snickered, placing the flowers off to the side so that she could embrace Paige with both arms. "I like the way you think," she whispered into Paige's ear before letting go and leading Paige toward her bed.

"Hm," Azzi thought aloud as she grabbed a pillow and quickly smacked Paige in the face with it. Though startled, Paige wasn't upset about Azzi hitting her. Azzi had worried for a second that Paige was, because she stumbled and held her face. When Azzi walked over to her, Paige threw Azzi over her shoulder and carried her to the bed, throwing her down like she was as light as a feather.

"Ow!" Azzi said in between laughs as Paige picked up a different pillow and hit her with it. Azzi attempted to block her face for the first three hits before grabbing a pillow and swinging back. Paige dropped her pillow so that she could hold Azzi's wrists down. Azzi had been lying horizontally on her bed, with Paige sitting on her waist and pinning her wrists.

"Let go of me" Azzi demanded, though not in a serious manner, while playfully trying to break free.

"Shut up," Paige replied with a smile spreading across her lips as she leaned forward and kissed Azzi. Azzi nibbled Paige's lip and let out a very soft moan. Paige took the opportunity to slip her hand under Azzi's shirt, cupping one of her breasts. Paige squeezed harder than usual, making Azzi bite down on her Paige's lip a tad bit harder. 

"Your boobs are the perfect size for my hand," Paige whispered to Azzi, "did you know that?"

"I guess we were meant to be" Azzi breathed out, pulling Paige's midsection into her own, gripping Paige's bare skin from under her shirt. Azzi loved skin to skin. "You should take this off," she insisted to Paige, talking about her top. Paige got up off of Azzi, stranding her so that she could do as was asked. Azzi sat up and watched Paige take off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor. Though she'd seen this sight many times, Azzi was still taken aback by how sexy Paige looked without her shirt on. Azzi reached out to caress Paige's back, slowly rubbing circles into her shoulders.

"Yes please," Paige sighed, her shoulders having actually been sore from practice. Azzi pulled Paige closer, bringing her nose to Paige's neck, breathing in her scent. It smelled like strawberries and coconut, which, of course, happened to be Azzi's favorite combination. Azzi grasped Paige's ass through her jeans. Azzi always liked how heavy Paige's ass felt in her palms.

"I don't like this," Paige complained, "I'm half naked and you're still fully clothed."

Azzi laughed, "you can undress me if you want to," she suggested.

Paige, still on top of Azzi, began unbuttoning Azzi's pants, starting at the bottom and moving upward. When she got to the middle button, she paused to kiss Azzi's bellybutton. Then, when she finally removed Azzi's pants completely.

"I'm missing my bottoms," Azzi said, "and you're missing you top. So I'd say we're even."

Paige scoffed, standing up off the bed to remove her pants. Intentionally, she pulled her underwear down, too. "No," Paige dragged out the word, "I don't think so. I'm completely naked, and you're only half." 

"Fine," Azzi conceded, "I guess you win." She stood up and started removing her panties. Once that was done, she removed her shirt and bra.

"That's better," Paige complimented as she stared at Azzi's naked body. She made her way back on the bed, straddling Azzi once more. Azzi sat up so that both she and Paige were sitting up, with Paige straddling Azzi's hips. Paige leaned closer so that she and Azzi's breasts were touching. They each wrapped their arms around each other's necks. Paige closed her eyes, tilting her head to the side as Azzi's lips touched hers. Azzi slid her tongue into Paige's mouth, pushing it against the roof of Paige's mouth.

Paige pulled away to whisper in Azzi's ear, "let me give you head." Azzi was the only one doing the eating, most times, so this was a rare occasion. Azzi slowly nodded as if she were contemplating, though she wasn't. She laid on her back, with Paige climbing off of  her.  Azzi propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch Paige crawl towards her.

Paige did not waste time kissing or fingering Azzi. Immediately, she went down and pressed her mouth against Azzi's pussy. She opened her mouth wider so that she could fit more of Azzi in. She stuck out her tongue, moving it in circular motions against Azzi's clit. She could feel Azzi's wetness on her chin, but that didn't bother her.  Paige licked up and down, alternating between sucking on Azzi's clit and licking her inner thigh.

Azzi moaned louder than she usually did during sex. She gripped the sheets in front of her, arching her back as Paige sucked on her clit again. She tried to move her hips, but Paige kept a firm grip on them.

Paige continued sucking, now using her hands to spread apart Azzi's labia. She stuck two fingers inside of Azzi, moving them in and out rhythmically. She curled them slightly, rubbing against Azzi's g-spot. After some time, she switched hands, continuing the same actions. She moved faster, feeling Azzi's pussy contract around her fingers. She knew Azzi was close, and she wanted to make sure she came—because Azzi always made sure that Paige did.

Paige removed her fingers and brought them up to her mouth, tasting Azzi's juices. She crawled back up to Azzi, planting kisses along the length of her body. When she got to Azzi's lips, they kissed passionately. Paige lay down next to Azzi, wrapping her arms around her. They kissed again, this time slower and more sensually. Azzi ran her hands through Paige's hair, gently tugging at the strands.

"I love you, Azzi Fudd," Paige exhaled, as if she'd been the one getting catered to.

"I love you more," Azzi insisted, "Paige Bueckers."

While Azzi and Paige were having the time of their life, Ava was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. KK had surprised Ava with flowers and a gift card, to which Ava felt bad because she had nothing for KK. She promised KK dinner this weekend afterward, to make up for it, but she couldn't even understand what was going through her head.

Ava sat against her headboard thinking as KK showered. Was she gay? Bisexual? Did she like women at all? KK and Ava never kissed, or slept together, so one could argue that they were essentially flirtatious best friends. But there was an attraction on both sides, one side a little more hesitant than the other. That was the only downside to Ava being in therapy and taking mood stabilizers; she was no longer irrational or impulsive. That meant that she thought through a lot of her feelings and actions now. Which meant she was faced with the demon that she'd been dodging: her sexuality.

Ava hadn't even so little as befriended a single man while attending UConn so far, and the year was only three months away from being over. Men have approached Ava, but she always ghosts after a few days of texting. She knows her parents won't accept a girl, and maybe that's why it's so hard. Ava sighed, "just enjoy your day" she encouraged herself.