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“I hope you don’t mind,” said Bette. “I ordered for you.”
Tina took another sip of her perfectly made coffee and stared at the woman in front of her.
Bette continued to babble; her eyes focused on her food. “They make really good French toast here. The chicken-salad sandwich is also very good. This place has been here for about – – -.”
“Bette,” said Tina.
Their eyes met once more. “How did you know I’d want this? How did you know how I like my coffee? What do you want from me?” asked Tina.
Bette slid her leg between Tina’s thighs. Tina began to grind against Bette’s leg. She pulled her lips from Bette’s mouth and whispered. “Do you feel that, Bette? You make me so wet. I get so turned on by you.”
Bette pulled her body away and sat up, grabbing some of the sheet to cover her breasts. She stared down at Tina. “I know. I can’t be casual with you, T. I tried to stop this.”
“I couldn’t let you stop it. I needed you.”
Bette sighed, pulling her knees up to her chest. “You say that, Tina. But you also say that you don’t really know me. How can you need me?”
Tina stared at her. “I know what I need.”
“Do you regret it? Do you regret coming over?”
Tina shook her head. “No”, she said softly. “Not at all.”
“What happens now?” asked Bette, her brow was furrowed. Tina could practically see the wheels spinning in her mind, the steam floating through her ears.
Tina grabbed at Bette and pulled her close. Bette lay on her back, Tina on her side. Tina placed a hand on Bette’s chest. She felt her lover’s racing heart. “Relax.”
Tina sighed. “I don’t know what happens, Bette. I’ve never craved anyone like this. I had to see you tonight.”
Bette studied her, hoping her eyes spoke words she knew she shouldn’t voice. “You know how I feel, Tina,” she said quietly.
“How do I know that?”
Bette covered the hand that Tina had on her chest with her own. “You feel it here, right?”