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    A Slow Dance – Chapter 8

    “Tina?”

    Tina’s head snapped up, focusing on the person bent in front of her.

    Bette smiled down at Tina, studying her good friend’s body language with an intrigued expression on her face. Tina’s chest rose and fell rapidly, Her breathing was shallow and uneven, and her brown eyes were dilated and closer to ebony than the light brown to which Bette was accustomed. She cupped a flushed cheek and held Tina’s face gently.

    “Is anything wrong, Tina?” Bette asked, continuing to take great pleasure in witnessing the woman in front of her try to recover from whatever had her attention for so long.

    Tina furrowed her brow and said quickly, “Nothing. Is wrong. Nothing is wrong, I mean.” She stumbled over her words, trying to get her mind off the fantasy in her mind and back on Bette. She glanced down at the packet in Bette’s hand and quirked her head. “What’s that?”

    Bette eyed Tina with a mocking suspicion. “No changing the subject for you.” Bette sat down in a chair next to Tina, moving it close enough that one had only to lean over slightly to even touch the other. “I want to know what made you go off into that world of yours.”

    Tina smiled deviously. “I’m sure you would. But my world is my own and I have come to believe that you, Bette Porter, are only a figment of my imagination. And seeing as you’ve taken over my world for the moment, I think you should already know what I was thinking.” Tina sipped her macchiato and stared at Bette flirtatiously.

    Bette smiled at Tina, her head slightly raised in question. “A figment of your imagination, Tina? How so?”

    Tina brushed her fingers lightly over the back of Bette’s hand. “You’re too good to be true, Bette. How could I not have imagined you? I think tomorrow I’ll wake up and Eric will still be lying in my bed, and none of this will have ever happened. What do you think?”

    “I think I need to spend more time with you in order to send those crazy notions out the door.”

    Tina smiled. “You always know exactly what to say.”

    “You want to go to the park?”

    Tina nodded. “I do.”

    Comments

    1. Phenomenal…Absolutely, incredibly, exquisitely phenomenal. You write with some kind of captivating elegant magic…It’s a seductive choreography. I’ve looked soooo forward to this…Thanks for continuing. You will keep going while you can, won’t you, dear goddess?

    2. Firstly welcome back…i missed this story and secondly thankyou for the overview on the last few chapters …NOT that id forgotton it just needed alittle catching up….lol… Anyway that was great nothing like a lilttle healthy compitition…and i like the prize either way! you can actually feel the heat building betweem these two…so looking forward to more SOON! lol

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