CHAPTER EIGHT
Amity
The generator kicked off approximately two hours after we’d tucked in to go to sleep. I’d felt the cool chill seep into the cabin from the storm outside first, waking to Clem’s naked body shivering. I pulled the blanket up over us and cuddled into her side.
I was surprised at how natural it felt to do that, given our situation.
My body was still humming with excitement from what we’d done, but now the harsh reality of what we had done came tunneling back in and I felt sick. What had I done?
She’d never forgive me for breaking her close relationship with her brother. My god!
Pulling away, I made sure she was tucked under the quilt and I moved out of the bedroom and into the rapidly cooling cabin. Seeking out something in the dark to cover myself with.
My jaw began to chatter from the chill in the air, and my rapidly cooling body.
“What are you doing?”
I jumped at Clem’s voice from the doorway. She had a blanket draped over her shoulders, but I could still see the nakedness of her body through the gap of it in the slim light being cast from the moonlight outside.
“Amity.”
“I was looking for another blanket,” I lied easily and it felt gross in my mouth.
“You’re running.”
Goddamn it.
“I–”
“Come back to bed,” she said, opening the blanket to reveal that decadent body I had worshiped not long ago. “We’ll talk. But you won’t find any warmth out here.”
Resigned to my fate, I followed her down the hall and back to the bedroom.
Clem lit some candles by touching to find them alone which impressed me, casting the bedroom in an ethereal light, before she grabbed out a large blanket from the cupboard and handed it to me.
She sat on the other side of the bed, giving space, which I was appreciative of and yet, some part of me was wishing she would bridge the gap.
“You feel guilty,” she started, her eyes on me. I felt hot, even though it was cold outside, and I was still naked. “But you shouldn’t.
“You’re my ex-boyfriend’s twin sister and you love your brother. This could cause shit. It’s why I—”
Her eyebrows rose when I cut myself off from admitting the truth.
“Amity, just tell me what’s in that brain of yours.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?” she asked, exasperatedly. “You just had her tongue inside of me. I just tasted your cum and had you moaning my name. Surely, we can talk like adults.”
I wanted to be offended at her words, and yet, I could feel the fire igniting in my loins. She must have noticed because her eyes drifted down and back up at me.
“I know you’re attracted to me, Amity, I could feel it…so what’s wrong? Is this just about AP?”
“Clem…”
“AP knows I’ve had a crush on you for years.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
Clem shrugged her shoulders, as if her words weren’t about to floor me. “It wasn’t like it was a secret. I watched you whenever we were together, always made sure I was around.”
“You…wanted me then?”
Clem nodded. “Yes. I didn’t do anything because you were with AP, and I thought you were happy, so I was happy to sit back and be your friend…but then well, you know.”
“He broke up with me.”
“I know.”
“Then I left.”
“You broke my heart when you ghosted us,” she admitted, looking down at the blanket around her knees.
“I broke my own heart.”
Clem looked up. “I didn’t cry when we broke up. That’s fucked up, isn’t it? Who doesn’t cry after a four year long relationship ends?”
“You didn’t love each other anymore,” Clem answers. “You love each other as friends. It’s different.”
“I was so messed up. I thought I was broken, and to be honest, I didn’t want to be around when I was no longer wanted, so I took the first step.”
“Of course we want you around. Me and AP, and Chet and Lane. We all miss you.”
I felt the tears well in my eyes. I missed them all too.
“Why couldn’t you just talk to me…just me? I’ve always been there for you, Am.”
“I felt guilty.”
“Of what?”
What the hell was there to lose at this point? “I was more sad about losing you than I was about losing my relationship with AP.”
Clem was silent, her eyes on me, but I couldn’t read her expression. My stomach was tied in knots at what she could be thinking.
“Amity…I’m going to ask you a question…and I want you to tell me the truth, no matter what you think my reaction will be.”
Nervous energy shot around my body like a ping pong ball. “Okay.”
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I love you, Clem.”
“No…do you love me, as more than a friend?”
Fear took hold of my lungs and squeezed. “Yes.”
Clem pulled her blanket off her shoulders and laid down on the bed. I could barely see her in the dark, just a flickering candle to cast a light over us. She held her arm open and beckoned me over.
“Come here, Am, please?”
I removed the blanket from my shoulders and crawled over to her on the bed. Laying down, I curled into her, still very aware she hadn’t responded.
“Do you remember the first day we met?” she asked me after a moment, her arm coming down to hold me to her.
“Yes,” I said, remembering it fondly. “You helped me with a bully.”
“I still maintain that she fell into that mud puddle on her own,” Clem stated, making me laugh.
“You tripped her over, Clem.”
“She tripped over, sure, but it’s not my fault she didn’t see my foot until it was too late.”
I laughed, feeling at ease again in her arms.
“You smiled and you came over to me and threw your arms around me to thank me.”
“I remember,” I said.
“I think I loved you then. I’ve been obsessed with you ever since.”
“Clem…”
“It’s okay,” she said, placing a kiss on the top of my hair. “You were happy with AP, and I was happy being your friend, your confidante. I’m a patient woman, but now that I’ve had you, I’m not letting you go again.”
“You—you want me after this storm?”
“I want you forever,” Clem said, sitting up and pushing me back against the pillows. “Matter of fact, I couldn’t think of anything better to keep warm than to have you drown me in your pussy.”
She moved between my legs, her eyes taking on a mischievous glint. “Now, be my good girl and open up.”