I haven’t really written Zheng before, so this was a fun challenge!
Drabble prompt: tender - chemistry - translate
Life would be a lot easier for Zheng if she didn’t have any chemistry with this guy. Or any guy. (Auntie had asked more than once: “Couldn’t you just try being a lesbian?”)
Thing was, Zheng might’ve been exaggerating a little when she told Bonnet she’d “dated” those guys on the wanted posters. It was mostly a whole lot of hot, regrettable sex. Whatever attraction propelled them into bed didn’t seem to translate in the light of day.
But Olu was different. Like that weird, soup-obsessed guy said, he was tender as hell.
Maybe it was worth it to try.