The Christmas Olympics

Olympic(ish) Curling

"Do you want me to prove it to you?" Arden's voice was low, seductive.

"Yes," I responded immediately before my brain comprehended what I was saying.

Arden's lips were on mine, rough, incessant. I groaned into her mouth when she pushed my lips apart and slid her tongue into my mouth. She pushed me against a wall and wove her fingers through my hair, the other hand clasping my waist. Her hips pressed against mine and I shuddered when she took my bottom lip between her teeth.

I sighed against her body, my breaths coming in a rapid, disjointed cadence. I crumbled beneath her touch, my body pulsing with want.

Her fingers slid under my shirt and I felt like my skin was on fire where her touch lingered. She tugged up, once, on my shirt and pulled it over my head. She bent down and sucked on my collarbone, her teeth gently nipping at my skin.

"Arden," I moaned. I felt her smile against my skin.

"What do you want?"

"You."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me."

She tugged off my pants, then stepped out of her own clothes. She stood before me, naked, beautiful, sexy. Her green eyes pierced mine and I felt want coursing through my body.

She leaned in to kiss my neck and whispered against my skin, "Have I proven it to you yet?"

"No."

Arden sunk to her knees and—

I shot up out of bed, gasping, my heart pounding wildly in my chest and a knotted, burning curled in my stomach and between my legs.

"What the fuck?" I gasped, my dream replaying in my head over and over like a movie. The shock worked its way through my brain when I realized that, yes, I'd just had a dream about Arden. A very vivid dream about Arden fucking Parker. I scrubbed my eyes vigorously, trying to erase the dream from my memory. "This cannot be happening."

I grabbed my phone: 5:30 in the morning. I wasn't going back to sleep, I decided, fearful I'd fall back into my dream. I rolled out of bed and made my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. My parents were already sitting at the counter, a newspaper spread out before my dad and my mom scrolling on her phone.

"Hi honey, you're up early," my mom commented. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just had a nightmare. Couldn't get back to sleep."

My mom frowned. "I'm sorry sweetie. I know you're stressed right now. Do you want coffee?"

"Yes, please."

I sat down with my cup of coffee and sipped it tentatively while I tried to force the image of Arden out of my head.

"I'm a lesbian."

Arden's words replayed in my mind. I hadn't asked my brother if it was true when we'd drove home because I didn't want him to ask any follow up questions. I couldn't say why I didn't quite believe her; who didn't believe someone when they came out to you? But for some reason, I just couldn't accept that Arden was a lesbian. I couldn't.

"What's on the agenda today?" I asked my parents to pull myself out of my own thoughts.

"Your father has some work to get done," my mom said. "And I was going to watch Hallmark movies and bake."

"Can I join you?"

"You want to watch Hallmark movies?"

"Why not?"