I slowly open my eyes to reveal Bette standing in the doorwayleaning on the frame. I know she saw me at Milk…but I dont know how shell react if I try to explain. I look at her and smile nervouslythats when I notice it. Her head is cocked to the side and shes smiling back at me with that smile that reaches her eyesshes practically glowing. Will she come to me? Or should I stand up and approach her? I dont have to wait long for my answer. Bette stands up straight and walks toward me, still on the bed. Everything feels surreal as Bette leans down and whispers, welcome home, Baby, then kisses me lightly on the lips. Shes acting as if she wasnt at Milk earlier. Maybe Shane was mistakenmaybe she wasnt thereor maybe she didnt even see me with that womanand she was upset about something else. The smile still plastered on her face, Bette sits beside me on the bed. She places her hands on either side of me and leans in closer. Just before reaching my lips once again, she averts her course and kisses my neck instead. I hear a guttural moan emanate from my throat as her lips softly glide along my skin. From just below my ear I feel her lipsthen her tonguethen her lips again, moving down. Taking a path to my collar bone she uses a single finger to reposition my shirt for easy access to my shoulder. She slowly lowers her weight onto my body as she returns her lips to my neck and up to my mouth. My mouth agape she easily slips her tongue inside. I close my eyes and take in the intense pleasure my mind is anticipating.

I gasp as her hand slips under my shirt and across my stomach. Her touch is soft and sensual. She curls her fingers and lightly scratches my skin making my abs reflexively tighten as a shiver races through my body. I feel my toes curl then flex, uncontrolled by my head. My hands find themselves on Bettes backdesperately trying to find the hem of her shirt. Oh, Bette. I want youI need you.I need to feel you inside me, a breathless voice escapes my lips. Quickly realizing it was my own voice I grab her shirt almost tearing it. I instinctively loosen my grip as she sits upstill smiling at me. I see her raise her hand to just in front of her face. She makes a fist then extends her index finger, wagging itcurling it to and frotempting me to sit up. She grazes her hands across my stomach once again on her way to the junction of my shirt and jeans. She grasps the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifts it over my head. She leans in and places gentle kisses on my heaving chest. I feel the muscles and tendons in my neck tighten with every touch of her warm, moist lips on my skin, her breath warms my body. She runs a hand up my back and unclasps my bra then brings both hands to my shoulders. She slides off the lace garment and, tossing it aside, takes my breast in her mouth. My chest still heaving, I watch her graze the back of her hand across my other nipple until it hardens. I turn my gaze slightly to her face and see her dark eyes looking into mineshes looking beyond my eyesshe sees into my heartmy soul. My breath catches at the sight and I grip the comforter in a tight fist. Her hand caresses my abdomen, moving up to my chest she follows my neck. She gently grasps the back of my neck and guides me back to a laying position.