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    The Professor (9)

     

     

    When Tina opened her eyes, she had to smile. Bette’s wrist was upturned before her, the arm still under her neck. As sad as she had been after Bette’s chaotic blurting the night before, she touched her fingers over the arm, wanting to kiss them. But she didn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to do anything but get up from her spot, feeling somewhat lost herself.

    She’d heard Bette’s gentle confession of love earlier, but what did that really mean? Tina had to wonder. She sat on the edge of the bed, thinking, but nothing seemed to help. She was still hopelessly in love, and it hurt her to know that Bette could feel detached and could run from her feelings. In frustration, Tina got to her feet.

    “Are you leaving?”

    Tina gasped and looked over at Bette. “I … just don’t know where I put my things.”

    Bette had been awake, silently admiring Tina’s back – admiring her student for all of her strength and certainty. She’d wanted to reach out, but just as she did, the blond had stood to her feet. “Tina … I can’t begin to apologize for last night. I’m so sorry,” Bette started, sitting up herself to read the sadness in Tina’s eyes. “And this morning. I’m really sorry for the way I’ve treated you. You deserve so much more than this – than just taking care of me. I wanted this time apart so I wouldn’t be such a mess … but I suppose that hasn’t stopped me from hurting you.”

    Slumping her shoulders a little, Tina dropped her head. She didn’t know whether she should be upset at Bette, or upset at herself for being unable to really understand the wounded woman before her.

    “Tina, don’t cry.” Bette was quickly slipping off the bed to rush to Tina’s side, pulling her in for a big hug. “I’m sorry.”

    Tina’s heart broke at Bette trying to help her – as if she were the one that needed fixing. She held onto Bette with all her strength, smiling onto the supportive shoulder. She’d seen such sorrow in Bette’s eyes. “Why do you look so sad?”

    “Oh, well, my marriage is just falling apart.”

    Tina let a breath of laughter escape, “Sorry.” It had been said with such a dry sense of humor that she wasn’t sure if laughing was appropriate.

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    Comments

    1. You’ve heard it before but it bears repeating because this chapter perfectly encapsulates: engaging, erotic, and adorable. The adorable factor is off the charts. Arrrggh, phone sexus interruptus! Nooooooooooooooooo! However, I know you don’t want to spoil our appetites too much with all that candy. I’ll wait patiently for the main dish. Thank you.

    2. I haven’t been on this site for a bit and decided to log on to catch up. Grindright, you always know how to leave me wanting more. The details in your writing are so vivid that I was left grinning from ear to ear with your description of ” Bette at her lecture stand in her grey blazer and black skirt.” Porter rockin’ her Power Suit is a beautiful thing indeed! I hope that you

    3. Wow, I’m so in love with this story. This chapter made me smile so much, my jaw actually hurts LOL. I love the intensity and innocence between these two. Everything seems so foreign between them its amazing. Can’t wait for more !

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