When the door closes behind us, we walk to the bed and sit down. She looks down shyly and I smirk.

“What?” I want to know.

“Can I say something?” She asks.

I chuckle. “Off course.” I say.

She looks up and bites her lip. “I think you’re hot.” She says and I grin.

“Well, it’s good that I think the same of you.” I tell her and I kiss her… a few times.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you that.” She admits.

“Me to.” I say to her and we smile at each other. She leans in and places a kiss on my lips.

A few kisses later, I am laying on my back with her head on my shoulder. My arms are around her and I feel so amazing. My heart is singing.

“You feel so good.” She says and I smile while I pull her a bit closer and manage to kiss her on top of her head.

“You know what I would like to do now?” I ask her and she looks up.

“No.” She answers. “What?”

“I want to kiss you.” I say and she grins. She pushes herself up with her arm and manages to swing her leg over my body and she straddles me. I let my hands glide up her thighs and she grins while placing her hands on either side of my head and then leans down, pressing her lips on mine. We both moan into the kiss we open our mouths and allow our tongues to meet. My hands slide up and they find her ass, she pulls away from the kiss and smiles down at me.

“Uhm, Miss Porter, we haven’t even had a date yet so would you please leave my ass alone?” She asks and I laugh, letting my hands slide back to her thighs.

“I can do this right?” I ask, squeezing the jeans clad flesh. She grins.

“Yeah, that’s okay.” She says and moves from her hands to her elbows so she is closer to my face.

“Come on, kiss me again.” She says and my eyebrows shoot up while I smile.

“Oh, so you think you are the boss, huh?” I ask playfully.

“Well, yes, I’m on top.” She tells me and I laugh. With ease, I flip us over so I’m between her legs, now my hands are next to her head.

“Well, Tina, I guess that now, I am the boss.” I say and she throws her head back, laughing. Gosh, she is beautiful. She looks to the side and she immediately stops laughing. She frowns.

“Bette? How did that cut get there?” She asks me and I look at my wrist. Dammit. I sigh.

“I… I cut myself last night. It didn’t help a thing, so I’m never going to do it again.” I say to her and she shakes her head.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my entire fault. Please, don’t do it again.” She is looking at me with pleading eyes and brings her hand up to my cheek and I nod.

“I won’t do it again. I promise.” I say and she smiles.

“Good.” She tells me and kisses me deeply.

  To Be Continued…