Alice was confused, nonetheless, she couldn’t let her leave this way. When the blonde saw she had no chance, that Bette would leave any second, the journalist embarked on the bike and embraced the brunette’s waist gluing her body at Bette’s.

“What the fuck…” Bette couldn’t believe it. “Get off, now! I just can’t believe this…GET off, ALICE!”

That’s when Alice told her “You won’t leave. I need to talk to you.”

Bette didn’t know, once more, what to answer.

“And please don’t take advantage of me… I don’t want to keep my nipples glued to your muscled back and my hands in your delicious waist with your breasts just centimeters away… Remember I want Dana! I told you to not hit on me…”

The mocha couldn’t believe her ears and shook her head.

“—————-

“Let’s go inside.”

The art collector stopped. “I can’t…”

There were implications that Alice wasn’t aware when she did the invitation. “C’mon… I already know that you’re not a serial killer…” The blonde watched the brunette close “Are you?”

Bette frowned.

“I am kidding, Bette… Please, let’s talk…we can’t talk here, outside…”

“Is that what Tina thought I was? A freak?A psychopath?” The sentence came straight, collided with Alice’s sincerity and she still couldn’t understand why she was being so careful about the issue. She could tell anyone else: “C’mon…Are you insane? You both even know each other, For Christ sake! What, you, fucking freak, want from my friend? That’s how Alice would act, and amused her that she couldn’t do it with Bette.

But, yet, she couldn’t lie. “Bette…”

“I thank you, Alice…” Bette’s voice was made by rock. The cold inside of it almost froze Alice.

How could Tina ..? Bette couldn’t clear her thoughts anymore.

“Bette…Let’s get inside and have some tea…We need to talk and calm down our nerves…You can’t drive this way…”

“I still can walk…Al…” Bette answered and Alice could understand that the woman in front of her was made by actions. Things usually don’t stop her.

“Please, Bette…Let me understand…”

But Bette was lost inside her range. How could she think I was… I was… after all that we shared. And she intempestively decided to accept Alice’s invitation and have some tea. She could learn what more Tina thought about her and how this woman would live so happy without her. Bette was the one who needed to understand and learn.

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The phone rang as soon they got inside the porch.

Bette breathed twice before pick the call up. She tried to smooth her tone. “Hello, Dane?! How are you doing, dear?! Yes…I am fine, darling… Don’t worry… I am fine…Guess with whom I am?… With Alice…Yes… I… hmmm…well, I explained later.”

And for some reason, Alice asked Bette the phone, like an old friend, and both felt weird, but the gallery owner extended her the unit.

“Dane, hello! Hi, …great talk to you… don’t you want to come and have some tea with us?”

Alice didn’t know at that moment, but sooner she would need desperately Dane to arrive and Bette’s friend would be the one to help her to understand what was going on.