It didn’t take the townspeople in Wildwood long to start placing bets on how long Clay Sommers and Jade Millerton could get along. Word around town was that they had been bitter towards each other for too long to be able to stay civil with each other for more than a few weeks, maybe a month if they were lucky. Some were calling it an affair, others were calling it a break in the storm, a few deemed it fate, but Clay and Jade knew that it was magical. They were enjoying dating and experiencing each other on a new level. Their kisses had surpassed the stolen phase of their youth and were now long and drawn out fires that burned often long into the night. While each of them wanted more in their relationship, Jade was afraid of it just becoming something physical. At first she had thought she could go to bed with Clay without a problem but when she thought it through, she decided that they had to get to know each other better. They had spent ten years becoming different people, and while their passion was very much there and so was their enjoyment of each other’s company, she didn’t want to skimp on the important details before turning herself over to him completely. While it was difficult, Clay promised to wait for that step until Jade was completely ready to be with him on that level. Not that they didn’t have some interesting conversations on the subject of what could happen in bed that often left Jade blushing and tongue tied.
“You’d miss the game for a night in my bed?” asked Jade.
“I’d miss a lot of games if it meant I got to have you,” replied Clay.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary…