Page 45 of Only One Bed: Anthology Vol. 1
“Tutorials mostly, like how to grout a shower, or refinish a piece of furniture. I’m really into this one on how to build a tiny picnic table that’s actually a chicken feeder”
Emme laughed so loud, a bunch of birds fled a bush rather abruptly.
Gods, she has no clue that her soul is like a healing balm for my tired heart.
“Do you have chickens?”
“Well, no. Is that funny?” asked Kendall with a hint of challenge in her eyes.
“Ofcoursenot,” giggled Emme, her amusement giving her away. “I mean, it’s just soindustrious.”
And so sweet, honest, and perfectly you.“One more, somethingreallygood.”
Kendall’s lids slowly lowered sweeping long-lashed downward, and then her eyes met Emme’s, “I have piercings...ones you can’t see.”
Emme’s throat went dry, “Where?”
“My nipples.”
Emme’s breasts tightened, and her own nipples hardened at the thought of Kendall’s, erect and pierced, glimmering in the light. Instantly, a pulsating sensation began to grow between her legs. It was so noticeable that she found herself clenching her thighs together in an attempt to stop it, or maybe feel it more. Emme’s tongue felt extra moist and her mind’s eye provided an impeccable image of Kendall’s nipple glistening with Emme’s saliva and Kendall’s arching form.
She blinked her eyes and found the object of her desire was staring directly into them. Was Kendall breathing faster? Biting the corner of her bottom lip? Clenching her jaw?
Kendall took an obvious deep breath. So deep, it seemed like she was trying to inhale Emme herself. “Your turn. Tell me some things I don’t know about you.”
I’d like to tear your clothes off and kiss every inch of you right in this boat.
“Well, I sleep with a purple shimmery stuffed mermaid named Violet.”
Kendall belly laughed and Emme’s own stomach spun as if butterflies were dancing a tarantella. “Okay, what else?”
“I sing power ballads in the shower.”
Is she thinking of me naked and wet?
“And?”
“I have a tattoo.”
And back to my body we go…
Kendall seemed to sit up a bit straighter.
“Where?”
Emme sheepishly glanced around at the non-existent bystanders, “On my left and right hip.”
“You saidatattoo. That sounds like two.”
A gust of wind brought her mass of red curls over her face just in time to cover her flushing cheeks.
“Well, they are a pair, so I count them as one.”
“What are they?”
“The right hip is the sun, and the left hip is the moon.”
Kendall was quiet for a moment longer than was comfortable for Emme.
