Trix, what do you want to do?

I looked into her eyes, the eyes that I could lose myself in. The ones which seemed to see me for me and nothing else. I took in a shaky breath, wishing I could express what I was feeling adequately enough for Millie to understand. But something told me that she saw it too, the unsaid words, the hushed silence in which only our minds verbalised the emotions that no words belonged to.

Without thinking I leant in and kissed her. The kiss was so tender, I tasted my tears mingling against our lips. Then our tongues touched and it all disappeared; the pain and hate being replaced by something so much more meaningful. An indescribable moment, fuelled by time and circumstance. Yet the only thing which existed was Millie and her lips, kissing me, loving me. Knowing me better than anyone or anything. I trembled against her, holding her as she took me away from reality. If only we had been in private, kissing each other in her hotel room or at the flat. I would’ve probably taken her and made love to her right then, but that wasn’t an option so I pulled away.

Millie rubbed her thumbs over my cheeks, brushing the tears away. I sighed, my breath catching as the emotion which had filled me earlier still had a certain hold on me. But I smiled as I looked into her eyes, the warmth and love seemed to flow from her gaze filling me up with strength and energy again.

Trix, what do you want to do? Millie asked again, her eyes searching mine with worry.

Do I look ok?

Millie looked at me with confusion, then smiled at my question.

You look beautiful baby.

Is he still here?

Millie scanned the room, I couldn’t help but admire her side profile and the way she bit down on her bottom lip to concentrate. It was just so cute, exactly the kind of thing I needed to distract myself from the crisis I had been thrown into that evening.

No, I cant see him but Bette, and I guess that’s Tina are here. she said, turning back to me.