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    That evening was really strange. Long after Ed had gone, after we’d eaten, and while I was watching television, Bette came and sat next to me.

    “He likes you.”

    I didn’t know what to say, so I just looked at her.

    “I saw him … looking at you.”

    She had never lied to me, but I was upset because he had seemed perfectly nice. “I didn’t see that, but I’m glad if he likes me.”

    Bette’s shock and disappointment was obvious the moment I had said it, but that wasn’t what I meant – not the way she took it.

    “No, Bette. I mean … I’m just glad if-“

    “Yeah, sure,” she said, standing and facing the other way. I knew questions of my sexuality were floating around in her mind, and that she was struggling with them. She brought her hand up to her face just above her eyes, and she was trembling so gently I could barely notice it. “Okay,” she said distractedly, walking back down the hall to her own room. I can’t imagine the pain my statement had caused her.

    The television program went on as I stood from the couch, and followed her slowly back into her room. This time I did knock, but the lack of answer didn’t stop me. I followed her in, and saw her crying on the floor. My feet carried me over with a grace I usually didn’t possess.

    “Tell me you don’t want me to go …” I whispered, appearing so controlled, but really much weaker than she was. “And I won’t go. Not if you really mean it … not if you want me to stay.”

    She looked up from her sobbing to show me her face, totally distraught. Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying all day on and off, so I reached my hand down to her.

    “Come on.”

    Without trying to wipe her tears away, she took my hand, and I helped her up and straight into the hug that melted us both. I just held her, because it was that simple. “Tina …” she whispered, pressing her nose in to my ear, nudging away my hair.

    The mood was shifting faster than I could track. Our sadness was gone.

    Comments

    1. I hope they are not to be star crossed lovers. That was one of the most beautiful love scenes. Your descriptions of their thoughts, emotions and their words was handled so tenderly. Just amazing.

    2. I’m so glad to see an update! Thank you for taking my mind off things for a little while :) I love the different vibe there is to your story, it’s very intense. I’m looking forward to your next update. Thanks!

    3. Oh my goodness! That was so good! I love the part where Tina asks Bette to tell her to stay. I really love this story and it is becoming my number one favorite out of all my other favorites that you have written.

    4. Hi GR, That was totally awesome. Suddenly TIna took the initiative and asked Bette to ask her and Angie to stay. Once Bette admitted the deepth of her feelings Tina was free to finally allowed her own emotions and desires to wash over her. The tenderest of love making ensued. You made me hope my breath throughout as these souls consumated their connection. Angelica was adorabel but even better was Bette’s reaction. I was cheering as Bette let Tina find her own way and her voice. Maybe Kit can take Angie for the night and let the gals vocalize their attraction. Thank you GR for pushing the boundaries and crafting such a truly beautiful tale. My hero. Your Loyal Fan and Friend.

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