A few hours later they
lay basking the afterglow, legs intertwined, still in each other’s embrace.
Jordana was vast asleep with her arm lazily draped across Bette’s stomach and
her head rest peacefully on Bette’s right shoulder. Bette awoke in the middle
of the night, her conscience refused to let her rest. Andre had asked her to
have dinner that night and she had turn him down, telling him that she has a
quiz the next day and needing the time to stay in to study. He wasn’t suspicious as Bette is a hard worker
and likes to stay on top of her school. However, their quality time had been
decreasing gradually over the past month.

What do I do about Andre? I can’t keep living
this way I like her but I also don’t know where this is going. Does she love
me? What does she want from me? Is it going to be just this? Evening visits,
***** text messages and teasing phone calls or more? Dinners and lunches
eventually? As she watched
Jordana’s partially covered sleeping figure, she continued to watch the way the
moonlight dancing on her ceiling. Not long, she was taken by slumber, leaving
the thoughts for another day, another time.

—

Neither woman realized
that the other is awake. They lay still against each other, not wanting to
disturb the other. Bette was keeping her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Tina
against her. Tina cautiously turned her body so that she can watch Bette
sleeping and Bette felt her stirring.

“You can’t sleep?”
Bette softly asked as she slowly opened her eyes.

Tina didn’t expect
Bette to be awake. “No…, I mean I did sleep but I’ve been awake for a while and
I stayed still, I didn’t want to wake you.” Tina quietly answered.

Bette smiled and
raised her right hand to tuck the wild lock of blonde hair. Softly gazing into
Tina’s eyes, she is enjoying this intimate moment. She put her hand at the back
of Tina’s head and softly kissed her. The slow and soft kiss followed by
nibbling lips quickly become more and more intense. Her kiss travelled to
Tina’s earlobe down to her neck, eliciting a moan from her. Her breathing
became laboured and Tina pushed Bette backwards, forcing her to lie down on the
couch. Bette’s left hand rests on the small of Tina’s back underneath her
shirt.