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The earring shimmered in the low light like the flame of life. Spectacular and bright.
The woman’s hair had a slight curl at the ends and it hung down just past her rounded creamy shoulders. Just waiting to be touched. The woman was now wearing her hair longer than she usually did. A new trend. It was now almost as lengthy as the brunette’s.
The strands were a deep strawberry blonde tone, one that Bette had come to favor more and more as she saw the woman fashioning them more frequently over the past several months.
Bette had come to like this new length. She wanted nothing more than to tangle her fingers through the long honeyed mane. To feel the texture and coolness of them.
The woman took another step.
The strawberry blonde gazed up and her eyes bore directly into Bette’s dark chocolate obs. She looked deep into the other woman’s very soul. Seeing the past, present and future reflected there, all merged together in a glorious scene.
Their connection was unmistakable and unbreakable.
The blonde’s eyes were more blue than green tonight. Yet as dazzling as ever. The bluish orbs were clear and determined too. Challenging Bette to look away if she didn’t feel the same way, but the brunette wouldn’t, couldn’t move her eyes away even if she wanted to.
And so . . . she didn’t.
She watched and prayed to whatever god would listen that she wasn’t dreaming. That this was real.
She was simply spellbound by this woman.
The figure took another step closer.
The woman’s nose, straight and narrow. It separated her face into two perfect halves.
Her chin was firm and held high.
A trace of a smile on her pale peach lips.
Her mouth was so perfect, just the right balance. The dimple on the left side of her cheek prominent tonight.
Christ, Bette thought, she had always found it to be so adorable.
Now the straight line of her neck came into view.
Regal and strong.
Soft glossy strands of her hair tickling that delicate area.
Her left shoulder was bare, exposing the utter softness of her rich skin. The dress she wore hooked on the opposite shoulder and gathered at the back of the fine material.