"No, Bette isn’t one for sharing and neither am I actually. I can be very jealous when it comes to my beautiful girlfriend"

Tina picked her head up and winked at Bette, grasping her lover’s chin as she leaned in for a lingering kiss before returning to her phone call.

For as long as she could remember, Bette had always been such a natural flirt. It was part of her charm, part of who she was. She always knew her limits and never crossed that line, something she trusted Tina to do also. It was strange because she wasn’t expecting to feel that way especially after everything Ava had put her through.

From the very first day they met, Bette had always known deep down that Tina would never purposely hurt her.

She took Tina’s free hand and smiled wide when the blonde instantly linked their fingers. Tina looked up and met Bette’s eyes in a second, beaming with all the love and adoration that Bette could have ever wanted.

"I love you" Tina silently mouthed, making Bette’s heart swell and further proving her claim. Tina always made her feel so special no matter what she did.

Tina’s smile suddenly faded and Bette knew it was because she had gotten a piece of information she wasn’t happy with. Roger was a nice guy but Bette would have to set him straight if he was planning on overworking her beautiful girlfriend.

"I don’t understand . . How did this even happen? . . . And you were going to tell me about this, when?"

Tina shifted in her seat as Bette’s concern grew. The blonde met her eyes for a second before looking away and Bette was only getting frustrated with the lack of information she had.

"Why didn’t anyone tell me before? . . . Do they even care what happened at the Smash party? . . . Look I’m sorry but I can’t do it Roger, I just can’t"

Bette’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, not wanting to interrupt Tina’s phone call but she was getting anxious. She placed a finger under Tina’s chin and lifted her girlfriend’s head, looking deep into those hazel eyes. Tina offered a weak smile of reassurance, grasping Bette’s hand with her own and kissing the back.