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I preferred it when you still lived in LA even though we were apart. At least it felt like you were close, like there was a chance. Like you could stop by any minute or that we might run into each other at the grocery store. Who am I kidding, I don’t go to the grocery store. South Carolina feels so far away but in hindsight we have been drifting away from each other for some time now. If I could go back and change one thing, it would be that slow drift. Like a leak in a boat, it drained us of who we were, took everything we were to each and we became something else. I wish I could fix that. I think we can fix it together. The weather is getting cooler here, and South Carolina is even colder. Please dress warm, you always did love the change in seasons. Kit says change is good. Some days I believe her.
Sunday arrived, colder than the day before and overcast. A perfect morning to take it slow. Bette woke first and snuggled in under the covers away from the chill in the room. They forgot to put the heat on the night before and the house was cold. She turned towards the middle of the bed, yearning for Tina’s touch, half awake. She made no effort to hide her efforts to bring Tina closer to her, reaching for the blonde who immediately moved Bette’s way without even opening her eyes. They lay facing each other, Tina’s head tucked under Bette’s chin.
Neither spoke, neither needed to, their bodies speaking to each other of comfort, togetherness, reassurance. Tina felt Bette’s fingers running through her hair and she sighed, she loved when Bette did that and soon she was drifting back to sleep in the warmth and comfort of the brunette whose eyes closed as she too fell asleep. Dawn giving way to morning as they slumbered on, their breathing in sync.
Hours later, Bette felt Tina stir a little and she hugged her tighter. “You awake?”
Bette smiled, kissing the top of the blonde head. “Me either…”
Several minutes passed. Five. Then ten. Twenty. Tina kissed the hallow of Bette’s throat, her pajama top opened enough to reveal the top of her cleavage. Softness. Warmth. Bette smiled, her arm tightening around the blonde.