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Bette’s first thought as she emerged from a deep sleep was whether it was raining, and with this concern she was immediately awake. She sat up, looked around drowsily, then swung her legs out of bed and stretched her neck from side to side with slow, smooth movements as the sound of the small bones crackling echoed through the room. Getting to her feet, Bette walked a small distance to the kitchen and searched in a couple of cabinets until she found a glass. Taking it, she poured cold water out of the faucet and filled the glass. The coolness spread throughout her system as she guzzled the water in big slobbering gulps that left her out of breath. Panting, the brunette put the glass into the sink and wiped her mouth, then turned around and trudged back to the room.
She searched for her jeans and T-shirt. Stepping into the jeans, she cast a glance out the window and it was all she needed to confirm that it was indeed raining outside.
”Hey,” came the hoarse with sleep voice. ”What time is it?”
Bette turned her head toward the bed where she found a pretty brunette barely covered by a sheet, smiling peacefully at her. ”Seven in the morning,” pulling her shirt on, Bette walked up to the bed and leaned down to give the woman a kiss on the lips. ”I have to go.”
”Stay,” the woman whispered, taking a gentle hold of Bette’s hand to stop her from walking away.
”Vanessa,” Bette tilted her head to send the woman a pointed look before disengaging her hand.
The young woman let out a resigned sigh. ”Okay, okay, I’m out of your hair. For now.”
Bette shook her head, smiling. She put on her hoodie and sneakers.
”Will I see you today?”
”I don’t think so. I have a day off,” Bette replied.
”Well, you could still come to the restaurant to rehearse with us.”
”Maybe I will. Thanks for helping me choose the right guitar, by the way.”
”You’re welcome. Thanks for what happened after,” Vanessa said in a low seductive voice. ”It was really…really amazing.”
Bette turned to look at the woman. Her eyes wandered down Vanessa’s face to her full lips, then down her slender neck and lingered on the generous curves of her bosom. Taking a deep breath, Bette raised her eyes to look firmly into the woman’s eyes. ”You’re welcome,” she said and left the small condo.