I didn’t know what to say to that so I just smiled and took a sip of my drink. Bette returned some moments after. As she sat next to me her breasts brushed my face. Thank the Gods for cramped overcrowded places. She took my drink when she was seated and took a sip before I could stop her. She didn’t have to say anything, by the look on her face, I knew what she was thinking. The night was no different from any other night out. We would spend the first hour or so drinking and talking. Shane would seek out a companion for the night while Alice and Dana either fought or made out, that night they were dancing and making out. I was usually left at the table refusing every woman they sent my way to keep me ‘company’. I was left at the table only that time I had Bette with me. “Would you like to dance?” I asked after getting the courage to do so.

“I would love to.” She took my hand and followed me to the dance floor, the song playing at the time was Ace of Base’s ‘It’s a Beautiful Life’. The DJ decided to take things a little slow and started playing Maxwell’s ‘Whenever Wherever Whatever’.

“Well I’ll just go sit this one out.” I said. As I turned to walk back to our table I felt a hand in mine. She pulled me closer to her as she moved toward me. She placed my hand on her shoulder and hers on my lower back.

“You wanna tell me about it?” She asked after a few moments.

“Tell you about what?”

“What happened to make you drink?”

“It’s only one drink.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

“I think I can handle it now.”

She didn’t bring up the drinking and I had only the one drink the entire night. We stayed and helped kit close up before leaving. “No, I think I want to spend the night at your place.” She placed her hand on my thigh as I indicated for the exit off the freeway.

“Ok.”

I knew what she meant by that. I wanted it just as much as she did. I pulled into my driveway. She followed quietly holding my hand as I skilfully opened the door with the other. She pulled me into a kiss as I closed the door behind us. It was a gentle kiss at first, but escalated to a more heated and deeper one as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. We pulled away for air, “Are you sure?” Her eyes were filled with desire a feeling, which only reflected in mine. We allowed ourselves to loose control and be swept away in the passion and the moment of affection we both felt for each other. We undressed as we walked lip locked to the bedroom. She sat me down on the bed before guiding me further up the bed. She kissed my hardened nipple and continued down to my stomach placing kisses as she explored almost every inch of my body. She didn’t see my tears at first, but my almost silent sniffle made her concern. She wiped the tears with her thumb and kissed both my eyes. She laid looking into my eyes as though she were searching for an answer. I was slipping away to a place three years ago and she knew it. “We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

“I just feel guilty.”

“Guilty about what?”

“Being happy with someone other than Camille.”

“You deserve to be happy.”

Her lips touched mine, “I love you.” I said and returned the gesture.