CHAPTER ELEVEN
"What the hell is going on, Marissa?" Bianca broke the silence. "You are straight. You jump all over me and then agree it was a mistake and then the next thing I hear you are back with JR and now you are at a bar dancing with some woman! What is going on?"
"Whoa…hang on!" Marissa replied. "We BOTH were involved that night and YOU were the one who stopped it. You said it was a mistake and I went along with it because I was afraid of what was going to happen to our friendship. I have been trying and trying to get in touch with you, but you won't talk to me."
Bianca's face turned a little less angry as a tint of guilt washed over her features.
"What about JR?" Bianca asked.
"Not long after that night, I made it very clear to JR that it was over and he is still playing games. I spent some time with him and AJ to try and slowly break it to AJ that his Mommy and Daddy were not getting back together. JR twisted it and ended up confusing AJ."
Marissa looked thoughtfully at Bianca and her voice turns softer. "I don't love JR, and I know it. I have feelings for someone else." She held her gaze on Bianca and it was deep and penetrating and Bianca just stared at Marissa.
"What are you saying?" Bianca asked, distressed about where this is going.
"I am saying what I realized I felt that night, Bianca." Marissa replied. " I am saying what I have been trying to tell you for weeks now. It's the very reason I came to this bar tonight…to try to figure things out in my head. I am falling in love with you Bianca!" She stood and walked over to Bianca, took her hand and pulled her up. Bianca still seemed to be processing everything but her tension had softened.
Marissa repeated herself. "I am falling in love with you! Are you hearing me? I don't think that our night was a mistake. I was just scared about what everything meant. I didn't know what you wanted and I didn't want to lose you. I was very confused, because I have never thought about women this way. After my experiences tonight, I am not sure I feel anything for 'other women'. But what I do know, is that with you, the lines are blurred. With you, I can do anything. With you I am safe and loved. With you I am home!" She slipped her arms around Bianca's waist and laid her head on Bianca's shoulder.
Bianca had tears welling up in her eyes now. She ran her hands through Marissa's hair and kissed her forehead. She whispered, "Marissa, how could you not know? How could you not see that I have been in love with you for months?" Marissa straightened up and looked Bianca in the eye. "What? I.." She replies. "How come you never said.." Bianca cut her off, "Because I was scared too. I have been hurt so much and lost so many people that were my friends too. It is hard enough to lose a lover, but losing my best friend…I just don't think I could handle that again."
Marissa smiled and kissed Bianca on the cheek. "I don't want to hurt you. I want to love you and care for you." She kissed Bianca's other cheek. "I say we make a pact to always be as honest as possible and I think we can get through anything together." She smiled again and leaned in to kiss Bianca.
Bianca smiled brightly. She was reeling from everything she had just heard. She wrapped her arms around Marissa and moved her own lips to Marissa's waiting kiss. She kissed her softly and delicately at first, and then Marissa begins teasing Bianca's lips with her tongue. Bianca accepted it willingly. Their kisses became hard and forceful. Their hands began to explore again, groping wildly. Marissa held tightly to Bianca's body and pressed her so close against the nearby wall, she can swore she could hear Bianca's pulse.
Marissa ran her tongue along Bianca's neckline and gave her earlobe a little flick. She felt Bianca tremble from her touch. Marissa whispered in Bianca's ear. "Umm…Now where were we?" and pulled back to look her in the eye. A devilish grin spread across her face.
Bianca's face flashed with a hunger lust so intense it momentarily frightened Marissa. Her breath caught just as Bianca kissed her once more and took her by the hand, dragging her from the bar.