Bette finally found herself at home after almost 12 long hours of straight working. Workaholic was an understatement, Bette breathed work. When she slipped into the apartment just after 2am, she made her way immediately into the bedroom where smoke lines traveled from the melted candles, Shane was asleep, her arm draped over a bouquet of crimson colored roses. Bette smiled half- heartedly and placed a gentle kiss on the girls forehead, slowly removing the flowers from her grasp.

On Bettes side of the bed sat an envelope, her name printed on the front in bold black letters. It wasnt a careless scribble, it was for her. She quickly slid her fingernail along the glued edge, pulling out a carelessly folded piece of paper.

Even before she opened it, she realized that she had forgotten something important; her and Shanes 3 month anniversary. A few curses slipped angrily through her lips in a soft whisper. She slowly unfolded the letter, words unfolding before her eyes.

Bette-
To explain how happy I am, is like trying to putting a pin back in a grenade; impossible. I have never met anyone like you in my whole entire life, and I wouldnt have it any other way. You make me whole, youve flipped my world upside down and brought me to my senses. And so on our 3 month anniversary, I just want to be with you, hold you close and cherish these times weve had together.
I love you, Bette Porter. More than you will ever know.
Yours Forever, Shane.

Bette felt nothing but guilt as she rounded the room while in her underwear, hanging up her expensive Prada work suit. Her head was bowed, eyes unable to find Shanes sleeping form.

Shes so sweet, and here I am, incapable of giving her what she needs. Bette thought, feeling a stab of anguish in her heart. I need to be around more. I need to show her that I do love her, I do want to make this work. She pushed back the covers and crawled into bed, pressing her body against Shanes warm skin. She buried her face in the crook between the girls neck and her shoulder, inhaling the scent of beer mixed with the usual raspberry scented body wash.

Well, then the other part of tonight clicked in the mocha colored girls head.

She missed poker night, she missed two important things in one day.

Im sorry. She whispered into the soft skin. I fucked up real bad. She sucked lightly on the pale skin of Shanes neck before she slipped an arm around her and drifted off to sleep.

Theyd take care of things in the morning. First thing.

TBC…