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“Mmm… you feel so good. I love holding you T.” Bette buries her nose into the back of Tina’s head taking in the scent of her sweet love.
“I love when you hold me Baby…” Tina brings the hand Bette has wrapped around her waist up to her face and places several kisses in the palm before turning to face her. “But I love being able to hold you too.” She says as she hooks her left leg over Bette’s right hip and pulls herself closer leaving no room between them. “Mmm… I could lay here with you forever.”
She smiles adoringly at Tina. Bette leans in for a kiss…
BEEP… BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…
“FUCK!” Bette yells out as she’s jolted from her dream into reality. She rolls over and shuts of the blaring alarm before tossing herself back on the bed frustrated with the interruption from her beautiful dream. She pulls the neck of Tina’s sweater that she’s wearing up from where it lays on her body to cover her face, breathing in the scent of her sweet love. “Ahh… god I miss you, T.” Bette whispers to herself. She pulls herself into a sitting position and rests back against the headboard. As she stares off into the quiet room ruminating over the events of the past few weeks, she spots Tina’s journal laying on the dresser across the room. She sits in contemplation for only a few minutes before deciding to get up and retrieve the book – hoping to read at least one entry before needing to get ready for work.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I’m so stupid! I’m so fucking stupid!
She’s probably laughing at me.
Why did I think she would be different? Why did I get so attached?
I was just fooling myself – you can’t fall in love with someone that fast anyway. I thought I loved her… thought she loved me…
Bette lightly traces the wrinkles in the paper indicating where Tina’s tears had marred the paper. “Oh Baby… I do love you…”
She played me right up until the end; she stood in this very building and promised to call me every day – she had to have known she couldn’t call me. Why’d she lie to me? I begged her not to hurt me… not to use me like all the others.