The next thing came to her as schock.

Tina took Bette’s hand and instead of Bette leading them to the dance floor, Tina lead her. She walked ahead of Bette and pulled her towards the center of the floor.  Tina had taken dance lessons as a child and up until she was 17. She enjoyed it very much.

“Is this okay?” Tina grabbed both Bette’s hands and gently placed them on her hips. Bette sucked in a breath of air. Tina felt so soft.

Bette nodded and smiled, unable to verbalize a word. Tina was something.  It almost made her laugh from disbelief.

“And this? Is this okay?” Tina placed her arms around Bette’s long, yet strong neck. She loved how Bette smirked at her just now. It was so sexy.

Bette breathed in Tina’s scent and lost herself. It felt incredible to be so close to another human being. She didn’t feel any sexual thoughts about Tina. This was about feeling at home.

The two began to sway their bodies to the beat of the music. Bette was a dancer herself. Tina could tell by the way she carried her body across the floor.

If the two women only knew—to outsiders they both seemed to be gliding ever so eloquently across the floor.

Tina did most of the talking.

“So Bette, art huh?” Tina knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. Bette was perfect in every way from what she could see. But art, really? Tina wasn’t a fan of it.

Sensing the sarcastic tone, Bette leaned back and looked Tina in the eye.

“What about it? It’s been part of my life since I was 8 and my late mother used to take me to all these wonderful galleries.” Bette didn’t know why she just had… she never spoke about her personal life with strangers, let alone discuss her mother.  “So how long have you and Sabrina known each other?”

“A few years.”

Bette tried hiding her disappointment. if they’ve known each other that long it must be really serious, she though. She went on to ask her a question again.