When it was good, it was the best of times. I couldnt care what people think nor do I care the stares we get. Who gives a damn right? Thats what I always thought. To me, nothing else matters, it was only us. Us and us alone. No matter where we were; the beach, us at the pier, art gallery or museums, us on holiday; everyone would be watching. Sometimes it drove me crazy how much attention we get just being there. It drove me even crazier when I couldnt have her, when I had to wait til we get home or our hotel room. It has always been crazy but always has given me the best feeling. Only she can do that to me. Only she can make me feel that way. And only she knows the right buttons to push.

Nice to meet you Those were the first few words she said to me. I know Id be over the top to say that those words and her voice were music to my ears but it was all I could think of the night I met her. The deep sultry ***** voice playing over and over in my head. Nice to meet you is all I could think of. In bed while I was with my unknowing boyfriend Eric, in the shower while I wash myself of the thought but couldnt seem to get it off my mind, in the kitchen making breakfast for Eric and myself and at work while listening to my boss say something of importance to the company but definitely wasnt important enough to be stuck in my head.

She was all I could think of; her smile, her face, her scent everything about her. I didnt even know why. I mean I wasnt *****. I was straight. Ive never been with a woman before. And sure I think a lot of women are ***** and beautiful but that doesnt make me ***** now does it? But then again some lesbians have tried to make a pass at me and I was oblivious to that that someone had to tell me that they were flirting with me. I mean, who am I to know? I never thought about ***** issues and dont ever think about what theyre like and what their lives are like. Ive met a few before and theyre as normal as people can be.

I didnt know what was wrong with me. I mean there really is nothing wrong with me but I kept asking myself why I was having this feeling. I loved Eric. He was someone I had even considered marrying. Of course we never talked about it. I was just saying he could be the one for me. But ever since I saw her, shes all I could think of. And Eric, well, Eric is just Eric.

When Eric called me from work about the night before, my heart was racing. I dont know what was happening to me but the mention of the day before just excites me. My heart began to race aggressively and slowed down as soon as I heard her name being mentioned. After that all I could hear from the other end was, Porter Gallery earring birthday last yearlunch Then my face lit up. And as fast as it did, it quickly disappeared. I wasnt sure what to say to her. Shes like I dont know. Shes just so beautiful. Id never have thought Id feel that way but then I did.

Fifteen minutes later I was in front of the Bette Porter Gallery. I was so nervous my hands were still on the wheels firmly grasping it and it shows; my knuckles were white. I didnt know how I could have driven there from home. Not in the state I was in. I was a nervous wreck. Deep breaths, deep breaths I told myself. After what seemed like forever I finally got the courage to leave my car and walked towards the gallery. It was quiet although I could see a few people there looking at some art. I wasnt one to spend my time looking at arts but I do appreciate them.

Tina: Hi Im here to see Miss Porter.

Assistant: Oh hello. Did you have an appointment?

Tina: Umm Im not sure but she asked to come and pick up mysomething.

Assistant: Oh ok. Sure please have a seat and Ill be back. Ill just let Miss Porter know that youre here. Oh and who should I say it is?

Someone who couldnt stop thinking about you, I wanted to say.

Tina: Oh its Tina. Miss Tina Kennard.

Tina looked around in the waiting room and noticed how the place reflects her; her sophisticated-ness, her sexiness just everything about her is so right

Assistant: Excuse me Miss Kennard? Miss Porter is ready to see you now.

Tina: Thank you.

Her room was bright, much like herself. I dont think shed needed the light from the sun to brighten her office. She smiled.

Bette: Hello Tina. What a lovely surprise.

All I could do was smile.

Bette: I called Eric and asked if he could come by and pick up the earring.

And yet I was still smiling.

Bette: Are you ok? Do you want anything to drink?

I finally snapped out of my stupidity and nervousness.

Tina: Uhm No thanks. Im fine. Eric has meetings all day so I thought Id come by. Besides it is MY earring that was left here

She looked at me and flashed her amazing smile. I couldnt help but blush. I was so nervous and didnt want to show it. So I bowed my head down a little shifting my gaze to my feet.

Bette: I couldve sworn I watched you put this back on

I laughed my usual nervous laugh as I reached for the earring. I desperately wanted to say something but as she got nearer, it got harder and harder to concentrate. All I felt was anxiousness. I shouldnt be here I told myself. I shouldnt have come here. I tried to move as she got real close but my feet got stuck. Its as if they have a mind of their own and have planned something big for me.

As she drew closer I could smell that familiar scent again. It drove me crazy but I couldnt react to it, nor could I say anything. I smiled when I saw the earring. That earring.

She leaned closer to me and she was going after my lips. My trembling lips. My heart raced. And as soon as her lips touched mine, it sent electricity down my back. The kiss was soft and sweet. She couldnt have kissed me I said to myself. She couldnt have liked me or fancied me. I mean, me. And she is Bette Porter, the gallery owner. I almost laughed in my head. The kiss was so sweet I didnt want it to end.

She broke the kiss and left me wanting for more. But I couldnt do anything then. I knew I was with Eric then and I knew if I did anything stupid Id have hurt him. So I just smiled and blushed. I took the earring from Bettes soft hand while she looked at me intently.

Since that day, I was always staring at nothing in particular, smiling at myself and saying the most stupid things. Eric kept asking me what was wrong with me but I couldnt tell him. I didnt know what to tell him. I couldnt just say I couldnt stop thinking of a woman. But come to think of it. I probably should have. But I wouldnt have called it some woman. Itd be one special woman. The woman I fell in love with the first time I saw her, the woman who made all things possible for me, the woman who showed me the world, the woman who makes my heart flutter, the woman who Ive fallen madly in love with over and over again even after the long years, the woman who I would spend my life with and the woman who would always be my first, last and forever