"You know I’m all about free love and being with whoever your heart finds. But I think you should be careful with Bette."

"I know Shane. I’m just drawn to her. There is this spark of electricity every time we talk or touch, I don’t know why, and I think she feels it too."

"I hope you know what you’re doing. I don’t want to see you hurt."

"I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m willing to find out."

I keep talking to Shane, let all my feelings out. It felt so good just talking about it and getting it out in the open. She remains neutral about it, and supports me in my decision to slowly pursue Bette. Even though I have no idea how, I will just make myself available to anything Bette has to offer. I really just need to find out what this is, this feeling that I can’t quite figure out.

After another twenty mintues we are called over and Bette shows us around the studio, and all the other students listen closely to her description. I was only half listening, only paying attention to Bette’s curves and the way she expresses her great passion with her body and gestures. I chimed in every so often but paid close attention to Bette’s lips. How I wished to taste them.

She said goodbyes to all the students while Shane and I stayed behind. Shane was talking to her about the family dinner on Sunday and I silently watched Bette as she talked. I smiled as they offered an invite to the dinner to which I obliged.

"Ok we’re gonna take off, we have some homework to finish," Shane said.

"Good, study hard and pass those finals ladies," she said hugging Shane and giving her a small peck on the cheek.

She came to me and I felt her hand on the small of my back. My belly did flip flops, and I instantly went wet at the contact. She pulled me toward her a little bit and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. I think I might have swooned, but only in my head, I hope.

"Miss. Kennard," she said and walked away.

I could feel Shane burning holes into the back of my head as we’re walking to the car. I ignore it, still entranced by those beautiful brown eyes. She calls out to me as we’re walking down the steps and I turn to her.

"I saw that Kennard."

"What Shane," I asked with feigned innocence.

"I saw it, she feels it too."

"Explain."

"Her face changed when she embraced you, her body relaxed when she gave you that little kiss."

"I told you I wasn’t imagining it," I said and Shane turned to look at the museum. We caught Bette in her office, chatting animatidly on her phone.

"Talking to one of her girlfriends no doubt," I said, my heart hurting a bit. Shane looked at me and shrugged and opened the door to the car and got in, I opened my door and Bette caught my gaze. She immediately tensed up, and hung her phone up. I sighed and got into the car and drove away.