Hues Of Love

12

BEING IN Milan sent a specific feeling to rush through Rosalie's body—the feeling of longing. She'd missed her brother. And everything about Milan reminded her of him. She'd decided to take her mother's offer for the event at The Mavana in Dubai. It was about three weeks away, so she'd have enough time to prepare herself. She'd definitely be asked questions about the rumor, and knew that it was time to put the secret to rest.

"Bunny, join me in the jacuzzi?"

Rosalie looked up, and her jaw dropped. Beth was standing butt naked in front of her. Her red, foxy hair was flowing off of her shoulders, and her nipples stood firm from the evening wind that blew through the opened windows, "I wouldn't rather anything else, Red," Rosalie said. Beth grinned, as Rosalie shedded her own clothing from her body, and they got into the jacuzzi. Everyone was in their rooms, and had planned to go touring the next day. Beth had to meet a client at their house, and Rosalie opted to tag along with her. They'd been getting a lot closer in the past few days. And they both loved it. Rosalie had been doing a lot of thinking, and realized that Alex had been a reason in her life. If it wasn't for Alex, she would have never met Beth. Alex was both a reason, and a season actually, but hopefully, Beth could be a lifetime, "I love this," Rosalie whispered, as she rested the back of her head against Beth's chest.

"I love... this too, Bunny," Beth placed a kiss on top of Rosalie's head. She wrapped her arms around Rosalie's torso, and mindlessly fondled Rosalie's nipple with the tip of her index finger.

"Have you really fallen for me, Beth?" Rosalie couldn't help but ask. She wasn't sure what to say in return. Wasn't it too soon to feel so much for Beth? Rosalie wanted to make sure that everything that she felt was sincere—that her feelings for Beth were extremely real, before she said those three, unique words.

"I'm pretty sure I have," Beth inhaled Rosalie's intoxicating scent. The jacuzzi's jets massaged their bodies at a reasonable pressure.

Rosalie tried to find the words, "I... I'm..." I'm falling in love with you.

"Don't say it unless you're ready. No pressure whatsoever. Let's just enjoy our time together," Beth knew that she shouldn't have pushed Rosalie. She'd wait. The last thing that she wanted was an insincere confession.

Rosalie relaxed and sighed, "these jets know how to hit the right spots," Rosalie's chest rose, as she opened her legs, inviting Beth's fingers to roam.

"I'm pretty sure I can hit those spots better," Beth whispered against Rosalie's neck. Her fingers slid into moist folds. Even with the water surrounding their bodies, Beth still managed to feel just how wet Rosalie was for her.

"I dated a guy once in my life. We kissed, and I didn't like it," Rosalie wasn't sure why she'd told Beth that. It was so random, yet at the same time, appropriate. They still had to learn a lot about each other—lots of little things, big things, secrets and dreams. They'd share all of it, in time to come.

"Before or after Zoe?" Rosalie inhaled a breath. Beth knew. How did she? Did Henry tell her, or Michelle, or Zoe herself? Maybe, it was just that obvious.

"Before... Beth, about Zoe..."

"She's beautiful. I see that you have a type. But then again, none of your lovers fit in the same category," Beth ran the tips of her fingers over Rosalie's slit, before deciding to rest her hand upon the woman's stomach. She'd enjoy the talk, more than the play, for the time being at least.

Rosalie said, "I'd like to think I have a discerning palate. I'm attracted to beautiful hearts, and beautiful minds, and of course, and don't take it the wrong way, beautiful bodies."

Beth chuckled, "I'd say the same for myself. Though, I've found it difficult to decipher a good heart, from a bad one. With you... it's pretty easy."

Rosalie smiled. She'd loved Beth's appreciation for all the little things that made her who she was—her kindness, thoughtfulness, consideration, "and I possess which, Beth?"