❝P-please,❞ He whimpered, holding my hand over his erection. It was perfectly hard and ready for me, straining against his boxers in the most delicious way.
"What is it that you want me to do, baby?"
"Touch me," He moaned and drew his head back whe...
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Ruby nights were always a fascination of mine as an astronomy geek, but it wasn't until the brassy winter moon arose on an icy night that I finally emerged into it head first, sinking in its red tinted power.
I was sitting on my porch, watching the evening slowly become night. The stars were starting to twinkle and shone brightly against the darkening sky.
No amount of studying or prior knowledge could have prepared me for the emotions that would come that night. I was coming to realizations with nothing to lean on. I didn't know how I knew things, but I did.
My mother, whom I cherished at one point, my dearest—was not who she claimed to be. I didn't know why, but I knew that I would figure it out.
She was keeping something from me. Something that could have possibly helped unlock the strange feeling in the pit of my chest. She knew why I was feeling the things that I was feeling—but God forbid she found out about them.
I also sensed a flood of fear and curiosity towards my father. The unknown went far beyond his death; the fear that I was being watched despite his absence was powerful and undeniable.
It finally hit me that night that I was petrified of a man who was...dead.
Eight years of bottomless tears, crying, mourning, and questioning of the same God that I'd worshiped had failed to force me to realize that my father was actually gone. He couldn't hurt me—yet I still feared him.
I feared a dead man who feared a woman. A woman who was once a girl. A girl.
Everything he warned me about.
That same fear elicited a different kind of emotion the moment I thought about Clover; one that was tangled in an intricate web that seemed to draw me in deeper each time I thought of her.
Clover. The girl I had yearned to see for years...yet cowered and wished her away when she reappeared. But even then, even through every bit of fear and uncertainty—every drop of not knowing and lack of understanding both what and why—Cover Vale was mine.
I couldn't have her out loud. I couldn't have her in person. That was blasphemous.
But in my dreams, she was all mine. Even if I didn't know what to dream about, I knew that she'd be the main picture. Her hypnotic blues, blinding whites, and dark tresses.
The ruby night was killing me. Confusing me more than I already was.
I suddenly realised what that damned odd feeling was; it wasn't anything concrete, necessarily, yet it stirred up emotions within me nonetheless.
Everything I felt that night was amplified even more so with the energy from the ruby night. Much like the stars in the sky, my emotions too were aligned perfectly into a beautiful web for me to explore further than usual; a web that led me into an untamed yet surprisingly pleasurable abyss.
An abyss laced in a morass-like scent of my usual cypress and aqua cologne, which oddly no longer brought solace like it once did—instead replaced with waves of heat that surged through me whenever I pictured Clover's glimmering golden smell beneath the same stars she obviously felt just as strongly as I did.
The new realization may not have been concrete, but it made me wonder if Clover felt the same too, or if those feelings were purely mine alone, and would live untouched inside me forever?
Before I had any more time to truly contemplate all of the emotions stirring within me, something inside me shifted impatiently. A decision had been made, and it had nothing to do with anyone else but myself. Before whatever doubt threatened to enter my mind again—however small it may have been—I jumped off the porch stairs feet first into the abyss, and I hadn't looked back since then.
I was clear from the shackles of my mother, and father as well.
