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by Selena Kitt

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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Erotic, romantic, poignant and wistful, this anthology collection from Excessica authors will thrill you, touch you, and stay with you. These stories dare to explore the pleasure and pain of a lover gone, the one that got away, the forbidden affair, a true love existing on borrowed time. These are tales of passionate affairs that cannot last, but they are exquisite gems while they do, and like the star that burns brightest, these stories burn fast, dazzle and smolder in the memory. Stories included by Elliott Mabeuse, Selena Kitt, D.B. Story, J.E. Taylor, Bekki Lynn, Giselle Renarde, Erin O'Riordan, Sable Jordan, G.R. Richards, J.L. Dillard, T. Harrison and Willsin Rowe
eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012


Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [498 KB]
Words: 103779
Reading time: 296-415 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

Patrick showed up for dinner the following night, wearing a charming but ill-fitting suit. "You know, you'd get more business if it were easier to find your phone number."

Julia laughed. "My fault. I was supposed to have us listed with the chamber of commerce and it slipped my mind. We're on the internet though. Seth just finished the site."

Thank God she'd worn a nice dress tonight to hostess the dining room, a long velvety thing that set her apart and flattered her form, something she didn't have much cause to wear for going to town. She took the flowers from him with a smile she hoped didn't betray how moved she was by his little gesture.

He noticed her gratitude, though, and tried to joke it off. "When flowers go to visit each other, do you think they bring bouquets of human sex organs on sticks? Or is that something unique to our species?"

Seth greeted him effusively, the way he did with all visitors. He knew Julia had met an interesting sardine canner from town, and that's all he knew, and he was too busy supervising his new Guatemalan chef, who was having trouble with the whole concept of sushi and roasted root vegetables. He left them alone. They had only six couples for dinner that night, tourists all, and so there was nothing wrong with Julia sitting with her new friend as he ate clams and lobster steamed in kelp, though she knew their food was nothing compared to what he'd given her. Afterwards she showed him the grounds and the renovated guesthouses, and then took him up into the lighthouse.

It was a long climb up the spiral stairs and he didn't mind when she wanted to stop and rest. They were both winded when they reached the top. She didn't want him to look at her poor paintings, but he insisted, genuinely interested. He didn't have to say anything for her to know what he thought, but she was gratified by his honesty and even proud of him for not trying to flatter her as other often did. She led him outside.

"Is it safe?" he asked. "This light was put up in the teens, I think."

"Oh, yes. They had to reinforce everything when they removed the lamp back in the '80's, and we had it inspected when we bought it. Come on. Don't you want to see?"

There was a parapet with an iron rail, and from here they could see several miles down the coast and out to sea. It was just evening, and the sky in the east was velvet blue and thick with stars. The breeze was off the land, cool, yet with the scent of earth and pine. For a while they watched the strobe at Pennicot Point flashing in groups of three, its assigned signal. Julia felt like she was bursting to tell him and ask him things, but now that they were out here in the breeze and high air, she found she had nothing to say. This view always stirred her in ways she couldn't describe, and for a long moment they just stood there together drinking it in. She was aware that he was watching her, staring at her face as her hair blew in the wind.

"So this is where the light made the fish chase it under the water?" she asked.

"That's what they say. Lovely image, isn't it? These poor fish chasing something they can never have?"

"Why are they attracted to the light?" she asked.

"Why?" He laughed. "I have no idea. Here--" He led her around the light and out of the wind. "This is what the sailors call the lee side, the sheltered side."

She smiled, feeling foolish. Not enough sense to come in out of the wind.

From here they could just see the long swell of the dark sea, the breakers rearing up and dissolving into foam on the rocks along the shore.

"I saw a tree in the woods yesterday," she said awkwardly. "It was covered in white blossoms. Absolutely covered. I've never seen anything so beautiful."

"A flowering crab," he said. "Yes."

She could have said more but she didn't have to. She realized he'd seen it too--maybe not that very tree, and maybe not this year, but she knew he'd seen it and he understood and that her feelings in the woods hadn't be mistaken.

He laughed. "You're like me. You look around you and see beauty, and you don't know what to do with it. You want to suck it up, don't you? Absorb it and fuse with it and take it inside. But you can't, can you? None of us can. All we can do is yearn for it. And so we yearn for it, don't we Julia? We just ache and yearn."

His words trailed off, seemingly blown away by the breeze. Julia pulled her hair back from her face.

"Patrick, I love my husband. I really do. I don't know what's happening to me."

She spoke as if in a trance, as if he weren't there, although she knew he was. She was aware of his eyes on her face, his expression unchanged.

"I know you love him, Julia. Why wouldn't you?"

"But I can't talk to him anymore. He seems to think I've gone a little crazy, and sometimes I wonder whether he might not be right. That tree in the woods... It's like there's something I want, something I need. To just pull all of this inside me and keep it there. To be it." She laughed at her own words. "I just feel like I'm so filled with questions."

"There are some questions that don't have answers," he said. "Not in words. They're feelings, really, aren't they? Things we can't say."

"Yes. It's like that. But what do you do about them?"

He laughed gently. "Damned if I know. You meet feelings with feelings. With sensation. The fish know what to do. They swim. For us it's more complicated."

She turned to him and waited.

She wanted it so much. Here in this high and windy place suspended between sea and sky and earth, she wanted him to kiss her and answer her questions, but Patrick kept his eyes out to sea, leaning on his forearms.

"The moon," he said, gesturing to the horizon. "She sees everything."

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