“Would you just kiss me and get it over with.” And make love to me and help me forget my name. Can you do all that to me baby.

I feel her pull back after a brief kiss. Obviously she didn’t get the silent memo to take me to the place I visited this morning. Was it heaven, no, but I’m sure Heaven would be a close second. When the kisses got more intense at my urging, I felt her rock her hips in that now familiar, but always irresistible way. I had to have more, so I pulled her closer to me, needing her to know that we were one person, in this act alone. We’re just Bette&Tina, one and the same. It felt so unbelievable, until she pulled on my stitches. Reality set in, the ***** hurt like ***** and Bette let me go, completely. A little disappointing, yes, but I know that the ‘blood curdling’ scream I let loose just inches on front of her probably scared her.

“Bette, is it bleeding?” No response. “Bette, baby are you ok?” I can feel the panic raising in my body. I think I really did terrify her.

“What , no… I mean yes, I’m fine.” She finally answers not that I believe her. What’s going on with you Bette. Before I can ask she tells me to turn around so she can inspect my wound.

“No it’s not bleeding. But you should probably take something for the pain.” I don’t care about the pain. Ok maybe a little. But her not talking about what’s bothering her, and the landmine that one of us is sure to step on, makes the pain a little secondary.

“I have to eat first.” I need to get out of this bed. Plus, maybe the food will clear my head.

“T?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, more than I care to admit sometimes, too.” Well she at least got some meaning at my simple statement. That’s cute. “And I will never run form you.” What the ***** is that supposed to mean. Before I knew what hit me, I felt the walls constructing themselves around my heart. I never thought I would do this with Bette. So I think it’s best that she explains herself before I completely go off.