Coit“My business here involves Lydia.” I clear my throat and continue, “I’m here to ask for your blessing to marry her.”Alcide chuckles, crossing his arms over her chest. Her father is a few inches shorter than me, but he’s more muscular, his biceps large and intimidating. Despite being middle age
EmoryMikey is always hungry. His stomach is a bottomless pit that never seems to be full, no matter how much he eats. Whatever food is within his vicinity, he runs toward it with relentless determination, and when he’s not allowed to eat when he’s hungry, he erupts into loud tantrums that don’t sto
“I don’t regret how things went with Kane. I wouldn’t trade my life for anything, but that time was also hectic and full of danger. Having a child during a war was very stressful.”“Do you wish you could have waited? Taken your time with everything?” he asks me.“I don’t know. Maybe? It was a little
CoitThe weekend comes, and Lydia arrives in Moon Grove early in the morning. She is almost never late, arriving at least half an hour early to everything. While I was visiting her house, she showed me the thick blue planner that details out her schedule for weeks ahead. She uses different colored
CoitThe woods feel like home as much as the house. I’ve spent equally as much of my childhood out there climbing trees and exploring nature to my heart’s content. Camping out here had been a regular event when Emory and I were kids. Our father would stay up late with us and teach us about the stars
Her eyes widen slightly, and she smiles. It reminds me of the dawn after a long night.“That’s good,” she replies. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”I take her arms away from my neck so I can get down on one knee. She freezes in shock. I pull the right out of the pocket of my p
CoitThat weekend blurs together in a hazy dream. I can’t stop touching Lydia. We spend hours having sex and sharing stories in between. The stories range from funny and silly to sad and sincere.This isn’t just having another body to get lost in. I’m getting to know Lydia and all her little quirks.
*Emory* My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s ab