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I was lying in bed when my eyes shot opened, and I finally realized what I had said. I sat straight up, still in shock, and climbed back out of bed in my pyjamas. Back out in the hall, I took a few steps until I could see her there again, standing in the same place she had been when I left. Oh yes, she had heard me.
I tried to breathe. There was no going back now – we both knew what I meant, no matter how innocently I may have spun it after – assuming I was even in my right mind to do so. Instead, I just looked at her. Might as well be honest, I figured. "I do." I looked quietly at the ground, my skin burning with excitement. "I … love you, you know?"
While I was busy fixing my eyes on her tribal area rug, she stepped over to me. "I want to be your friend." It sounded like she was arguing with herself. I closed my eyes when she traced the back of her finger down my arm. "You need a friend …" Then it sounded like she might start to cry, and I reached out instinctively to hold her. It was the softest hug I’d ever imagined, and she was weak in my arms, just like I was weak in hers.
"I’m sorry," I said quietly, holding her tightly to me before nearly pushing her away. I felt horrible for everything I was doing, or what I wasn’t doing. She needed me – she needed to stay away from me. It was all too confusing, and I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol. I forced myself away from her, and walked quickly – somewhat short of breath – back toward the guest room. I couldn’t stand to see the disappointment I had assumed would be in her eyes.
Just as my hand reached the doorknob, I felt her hand on my arm. I trembled with fear, shutting my eyes.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” she said quietly, having been gentle, but also remembering why she was always so careful not to hold me that way. I was afraid, and the fear ran deep. She pulled her hand away, taking a step back in horror. She didn’t want me to be afraid of her, I knew that. “Tina …”
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Breathtakingly beautifully written! The emotions you capture have me all over the place reading your writing. Excellent story – love it.
Im really into this story. Love seeing how their relationship is unfolding. please post soonnnnn.
Simply brilliant.
I’m with all of the above, excellent story and though different from your usual, still as exhilarating to read. Thanks a bunch for sharing :)
Simply the best!
that was some kiss…i cant for the next chapter…great story. thanks for sharing it with all of us
This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D
You are such a descriptive writer that with every word i feel like i am there. great story, excellent writing, and even better story
ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!
This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!
I am loving what you are doing with this story! It is different from your others but I love how you are attacking the subject matter. PPS!
That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!
Thank you GR! Just like your AN, emotional and powerful at that. You’re the best :)
Can you please write.more Angelica tina Bette stories i love them as a family