“Morning”. Cat’s voice was husky but the small word had been necessary to tell the cop she was now awake. No longer able to escape the reality whatever that may result in she had just wished for a few more moments to hold this memory storing it in a safe place. Sam’s crooked smile made the other woman feel more at ease as her hand reached out to capture the skin of her once lover.

Smiling into her mug of her coffee she reached to pick up the one she had made out of habit. Cat hadn’t expected the small token of care and overly sincere gesture. The brightness in her eyes evolving the sparkle plain to see. She loved this woman and it was hard to know things may not work out the way she hoped. But with the love she felt she was sure that’s all she needed to hold on; she could do this. Taking a breath she sucked in the air and let herself push down the fear of this being goodbye, she could do this.

“Morning”. Sam could feel it was now more than the act of the warm liquid that made her skin radiate the heat that came so easily within the eyes of the woman she loved.
Both sitting up resting their backs on the support the bed gave. Allowing their eyes to travel and roam one anothers body familiarizing their selves with one another.

“What are you thinking Sam… Do you… Regret last night?”. Cat’s voice breaking as the words got caught in her throat she didn’t know if she would be able to handle the response given. Looking away from Cat she found herself staring into the mug she cupped in her hands. How can something so wrong feel so right she thought to herself.

“Cat I…”. Sam never got a chance to respond before Cat cut in. Cat was sure the outcome would be bad so the necessity of her ramble became a muddled string of words flown together.

“Sam, I know I fucked up. And I can see the pain in your eyes when you look at me… You keep looking away. It’s like you can’t stand it… What I did. But I do love you and I would do anything to take it back… Make you love me and not hate me. You don’t have to…”