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4. Bette
Shifting closer, I allowed my fingers to graze lightly against her arm, a gentle touch that spoke volumes of my affection. Her lashes fluttered, and her sleepy gaze met mine, a mixture of surprise and delight dancing within her eyes. A slow, drowsy smile curved her lips, and my heart skipped a beat at the sight, at the way her expression lit up with recognition.
’Morning,’ I whispered, my voice a soft caress in the quietness of the room.
Tina’s smile deepened, and she reached out to intertwine her fingers with mine. ’You’re still here.’
’Let me see.’ With a tender smile, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on her slightly swollen lips. ’Mmm, yes, I’m still here.’
She emitted a soft whimper before nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
’Are you staying in bed whole day?’ I asked softly.
’Hmm, maybe. It smells so nice,’ she purred, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness as she leaned back.
I brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. ’You’re right, it smells like you.’
She rested her cheek against my palm. ’Do you have a long day ahead?’ she asked, her voice a gentle caress.
’Way too long,’ I said, my thumb softly tracing the dark circles under her eyes, as if could magically make them disappear. ’What do you say about breakfast? I can pick up croissants and we can have it in bed before I check up on Renee and go to work.’
’Mmm.’ She streched and closed her eyes in pure contentment.
4.2 Bette
As the taxi rolled to a smooth stop along the Parisian curd I glanced out of the window. I let my gaze wander to the quaint cafés lining the sidewalk. The wrought-iron chairs and tables invited passersby to linger and savor the simple pleasures of life.
With a sense of anticipation, I paid the fare and opened the door, stepping out onto the cobblestone sidewalk. The cool spring breeze ruffled my hair. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sunlight to warm my face.
A voice pulled me from my reverie, and I turned to find a friendly face extending a hand toward me. ’Hey, you’re Tina’s wife.’ I recognize you from the picture on her desk’, a young guy with disheveled hair said. ’I’m Tom, Tina’s colleague.’
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(6 votes, average: 4.83 out of 5)
What a beautiful end!
Well written story, i would like it if there were many more chapters.
Maybe a sequel?
Thank you so much for this story. I sincerely hope you both will write more!
Thank you so much for this story, even though I kept waiting for the other one to be finished, this was also a great solution. I felt like the original version was a bit more angsty than this one, but I’m not sure.
You write beautiful stories and I hope we can keep reading your work.
Loved this story❣️
Beautiful ending. Enjoyed your story.
I so enjoyed your story. The only thing I don’t like is that it is over.