Whatever it was between Rose and Bree, Bree had stopped trying to define it. During their last encounter they had shared such passionate kisses that she was sure Rose must have feelings for her as well. Neither of them could deny their wanton physical connection. After Bree had her way with Rose, Rose had intently returned the favor.
But soon after Bree had orgasmed, Rose had not lingered and was eager to leave again.
They had had fantastic sex twice, yet afterwards Rose was very reluctant to call Bree, or agree to meet her. It was curious.
Bree knew she had deeper feelings for Rose but those were obviously not reciprocated in a way she wished. She was growing tired of always having to take the initiative. This time she swore to herself she would wait.
She waited two days. Then three. As weekend came and went, she constantly had to remind herself of her resolution, all without a word from Rose.
Finally, on Tuesday afternoon her phone rang and it was Rose.
"Can we meet?" Rose asked her outright.
Bree agreed to a meeting the next evening. She already had dinner obligations, so Rose suggested having drinks somewhere afterwards, but Bree invited her to her apartment instead. She was surprised that Rose agreed.
Rose arrived in time and Bree couldn't help but notice that Rose had gotten a bit dressed up for the occasion. Bree herself was wearing her sexiest black pencil dress. They greeted rather formally.
They sat down at the table and shared a weird, strained conversation. Then Bree gathered all her courage, took a sharp breath and said,
"So, Rose..." but Rose interrupted her.
"Can we just not talk about it, Bree?"
Bree looked at her in surprise.
"Please, Bree? I just don't want to talk about it."
Bree sighed.