“What if they catch us?”
“So what?” He shrugs, pulling me along, further away from the others.
They know we’re gay, but we haven’t told anyone about our being together yet. Mostly because I’m too worried it’ll make things awkward.
Satisfied we’re hidden from prying eyes, he stops and pulls me into his arms, his lips instantly on mine. The possessive hold he has on me makes me wish we were truly alone.
I moan into the kiss.
He pulls away, panting, “I love you, Jazz.”
A smile spreads slowly as I murmur, “I love you, too, Ed.”
He grins.
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“So…” he gives me a tired, but mischievous smile.
I’ve been waiting to have him alone. All. Freaking. Day. Counting down the hours until our friends would leave. Not that I’m not appreciative of them helping us move into our new place and all, but this is our first night here, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want to… celebrate.
Tugging at his jeans, I grin. “So…?”
“Finally alone,” he murmurs, tucking his thumbs into his back pocket coyly.
“Yep.”
I flick open his button.
“Got plans?”
“Damn straight,” I whisper as I pull him to me, kissing him.
Today’s been perfect; gorgeous weather, a beautiful wedding followed by an amazing reception. Not to mention, the man of my dreams is now truly mine.
It’s everything a girl could dream of. I certainly did.
We arrive at our new home, and like the gentleman he is, he carries me over the threshold to start our life together.
But I don’t want him to be a gentleman right now.
I want for him to claim me as his.
He groans when I tell him as much.
His lips are on mine.
And then he does.
Right there, in the hallway.
“Sweetheart?”
I look up from my book, frowning when I see Mom by the window, watching something with a slightly worried expression.
“Yeah, Mom?”
Marking my page, I put my book away as she half-turns.
“Why’s Jasper pacing outside our yard?”
“What?” Getting up, I stand next to her to find a nervous-looking Jasper, apparently muttering to himself.
What the hell? Why’s he not coming inside?
We’ve been best friends for years, so I don’t understand his behavior.
When I go to open the door, Jasper stops, taking a deep breath. “Ed? W-would you… go out with me?”
I smile.
festering,
going deeper by the day.
try to slice through
before they settle
in the heart of me.
bleeding not red
but poisoned words
and thoughts;
leeching them.
watch them stain
and drip from unwilling fingers
that seem to fight
to hold on to them.
as I watch, I wonder
am I too late?
has their mark taken permanent hold over me?
Trying to keep my breathing even, I listen intently in an attempt to anticipate his next move. This was his idea – his secret desire we’re acting out – though I cannot deny the effect it’s having on me.
I’m hard. Aching. Turned on beyond belief.
Partially from being this… helpless, tied up as I am.
At the same time, I feel empowered.
I can feel what this is doing to him, too.
Hear it in his whispered praise. Hear it in his words of desire.
Want.
Need.
I gasp at the sudden, cold wetness drawing lazy patterns across my back. Ice.
I don’t know what to trust.
Least of all myself.
Gun-shy and weary,
I don’t know what to do.
Feeling isolated and alone
in darkness that shrouds me once again.
At the bottom of my soul
I don’t know what I’ll find.
Need out of this pit.
Can’t find the motivation,
or the reason why.
Need for someone to switch on the light.
Seth & Embry were childhood friends, but lost touch. They meet again years later. Will things be the same? Or perhaps not as they thought they once were?
Spine
The bell tinkles as I open the door to one of my favorite spots on the island – Call’s.
The familiar smells of books, tea, and dust bring back memories of adventures I had here when I was a child.
“I’ll be right with you,” a woman calls from the back.
I smile, trailing my fingers along the spines of Huckleberry Finn, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and other old friends.
It’s been too long since I’ve set foot here. Not since I was thirteen.
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When I took a summer job at the beach, I never expected anything beyond a paycheck from it – and maybe a few new friends.
I was okay with that.
Now, I can only be amazed at the turn of events.
My first day at the ice cream parlor, he walked in. All golden curls, sunkissed skin, bright blue eyes, and a smile that still makes me weak at the knees.
He pulls me out of my thoughts, breaking away from me long enough to draw a heart in the sand before standing up again.
“I love you, too.” I smile.
frost
Everywhere I look, I see it.
Snow-capped mountains.
Frozen ponds in the distance.
Day-old snow melting on the street.
Frowning, I turn my gaze down, taking in the evergreen sleeveless dress I’m wearing.
It confuses me – I don’t feel cold.
I look around again, lost. This place doesn’t look familiar; why does it feel like it should be?
I walk toward the lone building at the end of the drive, hoping to find the answers I seek.
The closer I get, the more anxious I become. I know this is where I have to be.
I just don’t understand why.
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