and once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to SURVIVE. you won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. but one thing is certain. when you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
Well, someone was in a mood. Perhaps it was because Rachael hadn’t been able to see Audrey for over a week, and frankly, Skype conversations and text messages just weren’t cutting it anymore. Rachael smiled when Audrey put a hand on her leg, bit her lip when she felt it move up. It didn’t matter that they were in her car again, likely asking for trouble. If people couldn’t mind their damn business, well, she’d just have to deal with that another day. A moan was stifled between their mouths as Rachael kissed her, a spark of passion quickly growing into something more.
Dinner with the parents was supposed to be nice. It was supposed to relaxed and casual and pleasant. Of course, the inside of Rachael’s head was another story. She was all but dreading the evening, knowing that everything that could go wrong probably would. Her parents wouldn’t like Scout or the food she’d made would turn out horribly or she’d tuck her dress into her panties and no one would say anything! In retrospect, she was being her worrisome self. Earlier in the day, talking things out with Scout ahead of time helped. They’d agreed Rachael would introduce Scout to her parents as her friend and see where things go. And the funny part? Her parents loved them. Scout was their usual funny, charming self, and everything went by flawlessly, even the dessert she’d made. Over the dish, everyone seemed to be enjoying each other’s company and just as Rachael began to explain how Scout wrote poetry, she jumped in the middle of her sentence, letting out a tiny squeak. She stammered for a moment before lowering her gaze to her plate. Rachael blabbed some excuse for her strange behavior before biting her lip. Scout’s hand was on her bare leg. And getting higher. She’d never been so thankful for the large mahogany table. An excitedly nervous laugh bubbled from her lips as she took a sip of her drink.
