CHAPTER FIVE
Amity
My heart rate hammered in my chest at how close we came to doing something that could be one of the worst things we ever did.
Clem was outside, in the storm, figuring out why the generator hadn’t turned on when the power went out, while I waited inside, my fingers twisting into knots.
We almost kissed.
And it looked like she wanted it just as much as I did.
That couldn’t be right.
I knew Clem was a lesbian, but I was AP’s ex.
She wouldn’t damage her closeness with him by being with me.
It was the reason I left. I couldn’t be her friend and watch her with someone else.
I couldn’t watch as she found happiness without me.
AP had been right when he broke up with me which is what had caused me so much confusion because I wasn’t ready to face it.
We were friends, not lovers.
I didn’t think I was a lesbian, but I certainly admired the female body, and I wouldn’t mind experiencing something sexual with a woman…but when it came to Clem, she was the one I imagined every time.
My fingers sliding through her silky brown hair, as I pushed her mouth over my sensitive pussy. Her tongue would sweep through my sensitive flesh until she would come to my clit.
The way my body would shudder and I would cry out as she brought me to orgasm.
I couldn’t count the amount of times I’d imagined that, especially after the break up, a release to give myself some breathing space. I pushed down the fear of being single for the first time since I was sixteen and let my wild imagination run free as an escape.
Every single time it was Clem who featured in my fantasies.
I knew why.
There was a moment in time, a brief moment where I’d noticed her.
It happened a couple of summers ago, here at the lake, where I noticed her in the tankini that she wore.
She’d pulled herself out of the water and up onto the dock, and her kini bottoms had ridden up revealing her pert ass and I found myself looking at her like I’d never seen her that way before.
It was such an innocent thing. I wore less at the lake, in my bikini, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to squeeze that ass of hers and listen to her whimpers of desire.
I’d felt like I cheated on AP just for thinking that, and it had caused a little bit of a rift that summer. He had no idea why I was acting so weird, not wanting to hang out and lying about having a headache.
For three years I fought my attraction to Clem, but the more time we spent together, the more I wanted her to fight for me. To tell AP that I was hers.
But I couldn’t want that.
They were twins. Closer than any sibling I had ever known. I couldn’t be the one to tear them apart.
Finally, the generator hum kicked in and the cabin lit up. Clem was coming through the cabin door, her raincoat was drenched as she peeled it off her.
“You need another shower,” I told her. “Get warm, I’ll put on the jug and make you some hot cocoa.”
She didn’t say no. Instead, I watched as she moved through the cabin at lightning speed and left me in the kitchen with my task, wondering just what would have happened if the lights didn’t go out.
Clem
Drying off again, I felt the heat in the cabin from the generator. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I noticed the generator didn’t have as much gas as I thought. We had maybe four hours left. Hopefully the storm blew over in the next couple of hours and we wouldn’t have to worry.
We’d almost kissed.
I could have cursed the gods for the interruption, and I did vocally curse them as I tinkered with the generator outside. My pussy was throbbing with need, with her soft moans as I kissed her, showing her just how much I wanted her.
How much I had always wanted her.
My phone pinged and I looked over at it to see it was from my best friend, Theo.
Bitch, tell me you’re alive in that mega-ass storm over Maine right now.
Yes, drama-queen. I’m fine. Things have…become interesting in the storm but I’ll fill you in later.
Bitch you will fill me in now. I mean, what else you got going on that keeps you from telling your friend the goss?
I rolled my eyes. Theo and I were like chalk and cheese.
He was flamboyantly gay, and I was your standard butch lumberjack lesbian.
Well, as standard as they come when I still liked to look good and dress up when I could.
You bet your ass I’m using those rosewater hair products that cost a bomb. I guess I wasn’t so cliché after all.
I opened up my voice recorder and sent him a quick rundown of what had happened, minus the sexy almost kiss. Moments later, I got the ping just as I was about to head back into the main area.
Bitch!
Shut Up!!
You’re telling me YOU are trapped in your cabin IN A FREAKING STORM with the woman you are in LOVE WITH?
THIS IS TOO GOOD.
Like the movie was great, but the book is soooo much better good.
I NEED CONSTANT FUCKING UPDATES HOE!
I turned my phone on silent, rolling my eyes at his amusement and moved back into the main area. Amity was sitting on the couch, two mugs of steaming hot cocoa in front of her.
Theo’s text messages came back to haunt me as I accepted my mug and sat down next to her.
You’re locked in a cabin with the woman you’re in love with?
Fuck. I hated it when he threw shit back at me like that. But he was right. I was in love with her, and I had been for years. Truthfully, I’d seen her first in school, but AP got there first.
But now…now, all bets were off. We were stuck in a cabin, with nowhere to go, and in a few hours, the generator was going to click off, plunging the cabin into complete darkness and cold.
And we were going to have to face up to some cold, hard truths. Either way, when the storm cleared, we’d be on the same page or she’d walk out of my life forever.