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I push the question away. Alabama and I, it's just physical. There's nothing more to say about it.
"Okay," she finally breathes. Without adding anything, I take her hand and lead her toward my bedroom. I lock the door behind us.
I take off my clothes, keeping only my boxer briefs, before lying down in my bed. Dixie imitates me, but she's still wearing her bra. I have a half-smile thinking she won't need it, but I keep quiet.
She joins me and positions herself next to me. Propped up on my elbow, I look at her for a moment. Something stirs inside my chest, a new sensation that isn't unpleasant, but that surprises me.
Dixie's eyes widen a bit and I say the first thing that comes to mind. "I hope you don't snore..."
She frowns and jabs me in the belly. "And I hope you don't hog the bed!"
I turn off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. My arm rests on Dixie's stomach. I feel her hair tickling my face, but I don't move. Her breathing is a bit fast, and her skin breaks out in goosebumps when I brush it with my fingertips.
The desire I feel at her touch reawakens, and I wonder for the thousandth time what it is about her that I find so appealing, making me stand at attention at the slightest opportunity.
No other woman has ever had this effect on me before. It's unprecedented, pleasant, and... dangerous. I'm aware that something new is happening inside me, but I try not to think about it.
I gently caress the skin of her arm, then her shoulder, attentive to what I'm stirring in Dixie. Her breath mingles with mine when she turns her head toward me to kiss me. I let her. Her kiss is soft, welcoming, more tender than any we've shared until now.
Suddenly, I want to make love to her. I don't want to just fuck her to satisfy the hunger that gnaws at me every time I'm near her, no, I wantmore.
I return her kiss, taking the time to caress her lips with the tip of my tongue. Without realizing it, I've shifted slightly to position myself above her. I leave her mouth to explore the tender skin of her neck. I can feel her heartbeat and sense that mine pulses in unison, as if our bodies are vibrating at the same frequency.
Her chest is still covered by her light bra, and I slide the straps down her shoulders to free her breasts. Dixie arches just enough for my fingers to unhook the clasp, and shruggingit off. The next moment, I retrieve the lace and make it disappear off the bed.
In the darkness, I can't see her body or read her beautiful eyes, but my other senses are on alert, detecting her slightest sigh, the smallest shiver on her skin.
While kissing her again, I position myself on top of her. Her thighs wrap around my waist to pull me even closer. Tonight, I won't just fuck her. I want more, even if I don't know exactly what that means and I'm unable to analyze it. I do what I know how to do, give her pleasure until she can't take anymore.
The sky is blue today.Too bad, I won't be playing with mom, guessing animal shapes in the clouds. I love when she spends time with me, just the two of us.
The cool air sweeps away the autumn-colored dead leaves. I should collect some for Teacher Lucie. She's always happy when I bring her little gifts.
I run around the garden imagining Ridley is with me. Ridley is my big brother. Dad hates when I talk about him, he says I imagine too many things and that I need to grow up, that I don't have a brother and that will never change.
But I can play with Ridley whenever I want, and he's also the one who protects me when the big kids bother me at school. I often wonder what he would do in my place.
"There you are, sweetheart!"
I turn around to see Mom coming down the steps that lead to the back of our house. Her brown hair blows across her face because of the wind, she pushes it back before smiling at me. My mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, even Teacher Lucie isn't as pretty.
My mother approaches me before lifting me up in the air, and I laugh. My heart beats fast. I wish Mom would take care of Ridley too, but she doesn't see him, I'm the only one who knows he's with us.
"Do you want to go to the carnival today?" she asks me.
I glance in Ridley's direction, and he smiles at me. He loves the rides, he has the courage to get on the biggest roller coasters, but not me. He often tells me to follow him, that nothing can happen to me as long as he's near me. I prefer to stay below to watch the cars racing down the metal tracks.
Mom holds my hand and we walk through the carnival rows, looking at everything. The air smells of sugar and vanilla, just like Mom's perfume.
Ridley is beside us, sometimes I look up at him and he smiles kindly. Everything is easier when he's with me.
Suddenly, black clouds appear in the sky. Lightning reflects in the waters below. The pier where the carnival is threatens to be swamped by waves that have gotten huge without our noticing.
"We need to leave," Mom shouts.
The wind blows harder and harder to the point of pushing me backwards. I stumble and fall. I try to grab onto my mother, but my hands meet only emptiness. I look for Ridley, but he's no longer there. I'm alone!
My heart pounds; I jump when lightning strikes the end of the pier, setting the wood on fire. The flames spread very quickly, eating everything in their path. I watch, hypnotized, their well-orchestrated ballet.
