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Bette woke early, it was the day of the Opening and the excitement was coursing through her as she opened her eyes and stretched. She was surprised to find she was so calm, excited about everyone seeing the new Gallery of course… but there was no frantic energy, not an ounce of anxiousness…she was ready. James was ready. The Gallery was ready.
It was a dream come true. To open her own Gallery and to do so with the love of her life standing beside her, their names linked on the outside of the building… wow. Just wow. She thought through the list of things she usually did day of… but there was nothing urgent, nothing that required her attention.
Honestly, she could stay home all day today and just let James handle everything – because anything major that needed to be handled had been, and with Tina’s help the past two days, the prep work she usually left for today had been completed.
She stretched again, holding the pose from the tips of her toes to her long arms above her head… then realized how cold she was.
She shivered, the temperature in the room crisp, then glanced over at Tina, who had stolen all the blankets in the night as the cooler air had blown in, her love of sleeping with the windows open making the room chilly.
Tina lay on her side, facing Bette with just her head showing, her hair in her face, her mouth slightly open in a deep sleep. Her chin showed just the faintest of bruising and she looked so peaceful lying there in their bed.
She had the blanket up under her chin so Bette lifted the covers and wiggled her way in closer, the heat coming from Tina’s body making her groan.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
It was like crawling up to a fire, her cooled skin meeting the heat of Tina’s body and instantly feeling like she had been lit with tiny sparks.
She wanted to crawl inside the inferno that was Tina and never come out. It was like spending the day out in the snow, chilled to the bone, until you finally start to warm your hands at a bonfire, wanting to get as close as you can without singeing your gloves, the heat moving slowly up your fingers from the inside out.