Chapter 17: Tina’s confessions

Bette’s apartment, Yale University, 17 years ago Tina’s POV

I knew that Bette would want to talk about what I kinda shouted out during the ‘talk’ with Melvin. I hadn’t hid it from her on purpose, it was just we had never found the time to talk about things properly

“Why didn’t you tell me about your parents” I looked at Bette I could see she was hurt. She had had the courage to tell me about her father but I couldn’t find the courage to tell her about mine

“There was never a good time” Bette dropped her eyes to the floor; I couldn’t stand Bette being upset or hurt about anything. I don’t think either of us realised that this conversation would only make our relationship stronger “I was going to tell you tonight” I took Bette’s hand in mine and squeezed it gently

“I understand” I smiled at Bette “This is a big thing for you to share I’m just upset you couldn’t tell me earlier” I sighed heavily and shifted closer to Bette. I knew I hurt her and I hated myself for it

“Bette I love you and you’re right it’s a big thing but I want you to know everything about me because I want us to be together until the day we die” I saw the tears gather in Bette’s eyes.  I took her in my arms and held her tight “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you” I felt Bette’s arms wrap around me as she pulled me closer

“I love you and I’m sorry” I pulled out of the embrace and took Bette’s face in my hands

“You have nothing to be sorry about I shouldn’t have kept this from you” Bette’s lips touched mine. I knew I was forgiven “I love you” Bette kissed me again with more passion; we sank back into the sofa. I felt Bette’s hands go underneath my shirt and toward my breasts. I moaned into Bette’s mouth I as she began to caress them “Oh my god Bette please I can’t take it anymore” Bette’s assault on my neck drove me insane. The desire, the lust, the passion but above all the love that had been bottled up inside came rushing out of both of us. Bette removed her hands from under my shirt and began to unbutton it. I let it slip off my shoulders and onto the floor. She ran her hands up and down my sides; I brought my hands to the bottom of Bette’s tanktop and lifted it over her head. I was surprised to see Bette had worn no bra. The sight in front of me was completely mouth watering “You’re so fuckin perfect” I practically launched myself at her. I started my assault on her neck