This has probably been posted elsewhere, but it’s going here too.
“…can I kiss you?”
I hadn’t meant to jump that far ahead, but [redacted] didn’t bristle as I did.
“Of course you may,” she said, caught off-guard not by my boldness, but because I’d felt the need to ask. “Why ever would it not be alright?”
[…] “I don’t know! I’ve just… never done this before,” I said, hiding my face in the curve of her neck.
“This?” [redacted] inquired, after a pause.
“This!” I repeated, gesturing vaguely to the two of us with the arm that wasn’t caught between her back and the sofa. “All of… this.”
Whatever this was.
[…] “There’s been no one else, hm?” [redacted] couldn’t help but ask.
“Not really,” I said, but made an effort because [redacted] wasn’t judgmental. She was only curious. “There were a few girls who came to the village when I was a healer, I guess, but that never really went anywhere. I’ve liked people, but I don’t usually, um, I’m not always interested in…”
“The physical aspect of relationships?” [redacted] asked, gently finishing my sentence for me.
“Right. That is–I like this. I like kissing you!” I mumbled, tripping over my words. “I just don’t always…”
“I understand what you’re saying, Rowan,” [redacted] said, touching her nose to mine. “You’ll let me know when it isn’t one of those times, won’t you?”
The first-person narrator there is Rowan Northwood in Farren’s Dragonoak: The Complete History of Kastelir, and she is most definitely a magical brown lesbian on the ace spectrum.