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Forged in Fire: Chapter 24
Lying naked in bed with her head resting against Bette’s bare chest, Tina held up her left hand and studied the ring on her finger.
“It’s beautiful, Bette,” she said softly.
“You’re beautiful. This ring had to be beautiful enough to be worthy of you.”
“I love it. But I want you to know, I’d marry you with no ring at all.”
Bette kissed her forehead. “I know, T.”
Tina exhaled and cuddled back up to her girlfriend. “I’m glad you know.”
“The band is platinum and the center stone is 2.5 carats. It’s ethically sourced. I have a little booklet for you with information about it, too.”
“Babe, thank you.”
“You deserve it, T.”
After coming home from dinner, they had spent most of the night making love. It was nearing 9am on Saturday morning. Bette’s tummy rumbled and Tina smiled.
“Someone is hungry,” said Tina.
Bette grinned. “I shouldn’t be. I thought I ate plenty.”
The blonde chuckled before straddling her fiancé. She looked down into the soft brown eyes. “As much as I love your tongue on me, my vagina is not sufficient nourishment.”
Bette’s long, dark lashes dipped flirtatiously, and she bit her lower lip. Tina felt her body begin to tingle as her lover replied, “Who says it’s not?”
“Don’t do that. You’re not playing fair,” said Tina.
Bette reached up, cupping her girlfriend’s breasts, moaning slightly at the weight of them in her hands. The nipples hardened under her touch.
“I’m always fair, T.”
Tina’s eyes closed and she struggled to calm her rising desire.
Bette’s cell phone rang and Tina used the momentary distraction to escape the pull of her girlfriend’s seduction.
“No fair!” Bette yelled.
“Answer your phone!” Tina replied.
Thirty minutes later, they were sitting together at the kitchen table, eating a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and French toast.
“Bette, I’ve been thinking about something this morning.”
“Oh yes. I was just reflecting on why I was so angry about you talking to Davis Shah.”
Bette shook her head. “You had every right to be mad, Tina. I should have told you. I should have let you handle it. I overstepped.”
Tina sipped her coffee. “I suppose so. But part of me is touched that you wanted to smooth things over for me.”