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...And it started with a Phone Call by justkeepswimming Page 4

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“I wish I could be as sure as you are.”

 

“Well if you change your mind about tonight, you know where we’ll be” Alice finished. “I gotta get going, I’m just finishing up a little research on an article I’m doing so that I can feel like I deserve a night out.”

 

“I’m just pulling onto my street anyways. Thanks for the ear.”

 

Bette pulled into her driveway and decided Alice was right. She had to let Tina know she was serious about getting to know her better.

 

She entered her house and took off her suit jacket, hanging it in the bedroom closet before picking up the phone.

 

‘Fuck my palms are all sweaty,” she thought to herself. ‘I really have lost my mind here.’

 

She knew Tina’s number off the top of her head, but still referred to the museum flyer that she had resting by the phone, just to be sure.

 

“Hello?” Tina’s voice sounded quiet on the other end of the line.

 

“Hi Tina, it’s Bette” Bette was still at the stage where she thought she should inform her who was calling, in case she didn’t recognize her voice. “You weren’t sleeping were you?”

 

“No, not at all, I was just reading a bit before going to bed,” Tina replied.

 

‘Yes I was sleeping and I was having a fucking good dream about you too, Bette Porter. Because God knows nothing’s happening when I’m awake.




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