"What?" Bette smiled.

"You are so beautiful," I said blushing that she had caught me staring.

She sat up slowly and kissed my lips tenderly with her beautiful fingers on my cheeks.

"Sing for me," Bette whispered.

I blushed wildly and sat up slowly, "I don’t know what to sing."

"Sing your favorite," Bette said.

"My favorite is P!nk," I admitted.

"I love her! She’s so supportive of us dykes and she’s not even a dyke," Bette grinned.

"I just love her because of her voice," I laughed.

"Alright sing me some P!nk," Bette smiled.

I cleared my throat and swallowed my nerves, "I don’t mind it. I don’t mind at all. It’s like, you’re the swingset and I’m the kid that falls. It’s like, the way we fight the times I cried, we come to blows and everynight, the passion’s there so it’s gotta be right. Right?

"No I don’t believe you when you say don’t come around here no more, I won’t remind you you said we wouldn’t be apart no I don’t believe when you say you don’t need me anymore, so don’t pretend to, not love me at all."

Bette had the biggest smile on her face.

"Wow," Bette smiled.

I couldn’t help but smile, "thank you."

"You have an amazing voice, you’re a soprano?" Bette asked.

I didn’t think I could get any redder, "yes, I have a three octave range."

Bette whistled and nodded her head approvingly and said, "we need to do a duet, I’ll play you’ll sing."

I gave her a mischievous smile, pushed her shoulders and straddled her. She looked up at me with a lustful smile as I leaned down to her ear and sang in a low seductive voice, "if I said my heart was beating loud, if we could escape the crowd somehow. If I said I want your body now would you hold it against me. Cause it feels like paradise and I need a vacation tonight. So if I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me."

Bette shuddered and I gave her a seductive smirk. "Fuck," Bette breathed, "you can have my body!"

And oh how I had her body. I had her body and she had mine so many times, we both ended up passing out.

I was knocked out in such a deep slumber I didn’t wake up again until I received a sharp kick right on my calf.

"Oww!" I cried sitting up. I blinked my eyes a few times to try to get my bearings. I looked over to my clock which read 3 am, and that’s when I received another kick and heard soft moaning.

I looked over to Bette who was thrashing desperately. "No!" Bette moaned thrashing in her sleep, "get off! Leave me alone! Help! Somebody help me!"

"Bette," I called shaking her.

"No!" Bette cried, "help me!"

"Bette, you’re having a nightmare!" I cried, "wake up!"

"Ahh," Bette gasped waking up in a sweaty panic.

"Bette, Bette!" I rubbed her shoulders as she anxiously tried to push me away.

"No, no!" Bette whimpered.

"Bette," I pulled her into a hug, "shhh."

Bette started sobbing as I held her tightly. I soothed her gently until her sobbing calmed down.

"Bette, it was just a nightmare," I soothed.

"No, it wasn’t," Bette breathed.

My eyes widened as she sat up slowly and dropped her head in her hands. From what I heard, I can only guess that she…she was…

"You can probably guess," Bette was looking at me.

"I’d rather not," I said softly.

"I’ve never told anyone," Bette said.

"You don’t have to," I said sitting up next to her.

"But for some reason," Bette said furrowing her brow, "I trust you. That’s never happened before. I wanna tell you."

My heart was pounding so fast I thought it was gonna pop out of my chest, "I f-feel the same."

Bette grabbed my hand and kissed it gently. She wants to tell me, but I’m not sure I wanna know.