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            “Hey babe” Tina purred staring at the ceiling with a smile.

            “No. ssshh. Sleeping.” Bette held her eyes tightly shut.

            “We can’t stay here all day.”

            “Why not?”

            “Well, for one thing the day’s almost over and as much as I love the look of you this way, I’m sure there’s a house that requires a cleaning army, not just a cleaning lady.”

            Bette grunted her disapproval. She dug in her hold on the blonde in rebuttal. She was going to have to open her eyes someday, but she was not beaten yet. Tina attempted to sit up. With Bette in a clingy hold worthy of a spoilt toddler, it was no easy feat. To lighten the load, she bent down and kissed the top of Bette’s head. Another smile erupted on the brunette’s lips but she still refused to move, let go or open her eyes. Tina gave up and slunk back down so that her body was parallel to the mattress and her head was tilted up against the pillows.

            “That’s my girl.” Bette couldn’t keep the satisfaction out of her voice. Tina noticed but at the same time was quite content to stay inside their warm bed. Besides, she hoped that it may have sparked memories of last night that were still a blur to her. She couldn’t ask Bette. What if she remembered every second? What if she took great offence? Or worse, what if she didn’t tell Tina as punishment for forgetting? Then again, what if Bette herself couldn’t remember? Tina had observed Bette’s enormous intake of alcohol before the intake of her own overtook all her senses. No, still she couldn’t ask Bette could she?

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            I allowed Bette the pleasure of staying in bed. I mean, I didn’t really want to get up either so it was a win-win situation. Now if only I could deduce the incidents of last night, I would be completely happy. Except for the throbbing in my head, which was dying the longer I stayed still, I would be satisfied. Well, I can see that we’re both naked therefore surely something happened in that department. I guess we made up, not that there was a huge problem in the first place. It was just that we needed something to bring us together. Whatever it was, it looked like it worked. As to the rest of the night blurs. I am definitely in a better place this morning mentally than when I had my first drinks last night. I placed a hand to my head in disgust. Ugh, I remembered the number of shots with the girls, how embarrassing. Oh God, did I throw up? I couldn’t taste any bile in my mouth so I assumed not. I had to face facts that I was not going to remember our night unless I got it out of Bette. I looked down at her face, as she attempted to get back to sleep. How could I do it without raising suspicion?