really touch her for the first
time. It was all I could do to walk and not run through the town like an idiot.
Finally, I reached her door—a smile on
my face—and I knocked without hesitation.
The door opened almost instantly and my
breath caught as I looked at my love with my own eyes for the first time. She
was wearing a beautiful dress of green and white, one shoulder bare, and white
roses cascading over the other shoulder and accenting her waist. In her small
hand she grasped a rod connected to a dainty mask of green and white. Her hair
was curled and pinned up with flowers that matched her gown perfectly. The shy
smile on her face made my world catch on fire.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Hello,” she giggled. An awkward silence
filled the air. It was broken when we both started laughing at the same time.
“This is so weird!” Her eyes sparkled
with excitement as she stood in the doorway, the skirt on her dress rustling
slightly as she shuffled her feet.
“It kinda is,” I agreed. “But I'm glad
we're doing it.” I grinned widely at her and stepped forward, reaching for her
hand. When our skin touched I felt a fire more intense than any I'd felt in her
dreams. I almost forgot how intense the flames felt—I was so accustomed to
their heat—but they were nothing compared to the inferno her real touch
created. I pushed the dance at The Glen to the back of my mind. I would not be
rushed tonight.
I drew her closer, my fingers stroking
her neck as I brushed her lips with my own. I imagined that I could hear the
sizzle our skin created. Emilee released my hand and wrapped her arms around
me, causing tingles to run down my spine while she sweetly returned my kisses.
Every movement made me want more. I didn’t even care if we made it to the party
anymore. I was perfectly happy where I was.
The moment passed too soon for me, but I
could tell Emilee was excited to see the world humans only dreamed
about—literally. So much for asking if she’d rather ditch and stay here.
“Are you ready to go?” I offered my arm
as I continued. “I hope you don't mind walking.”
“Not at all,” she replied, taking my arm
and stepping out onto the porch. I closed the door behind her and we began our
walk to the woods.
“You look very beautiful tonight,” I
said, as we strolled down the street, trying to look as normal as two adults
dressed for a ball could.
“Thanks. I thought the dress was very
fairy like, so I got it. I figured it would help match the occasion,” she
laughed.
“You were right. I imagine you'll fit
right in.” I imagine I’m going to have to beat some guys off you.
As we neared the tree line—escaping any
prying eyes—I hastened our pace. Her eagerness was contagious and I quickly
found myself anticipating our arrival. Emilee laughed at my excitement as I
practically ran through the grass, anxious for her to see my home. We raced through
the trees, laughing and clasping hands until we reached the magical path.
“Are you ready?” I asked, out of breath.
With a nod from her, I uttered the magic word that revealed the road to the
Glen. The trees parted, and the secret trail was revealed, dotted with magic
sparkles. Her face lit up and her breath caught as she saw what would be the
beginning of a wondrous night.
“Let's go!” We stepped into the lights
and into my world.
Chapter Eight
The secret trail led to a courtyard of
sorts, the small center of our town, surrounded by a three-sided brick wall
that held our homes. Each wooden door either led directly to a home, like mine,
or to a passage that led to other homes. Magic kept it from looking or feeling
crowded. Where the fourth wall should have been there were actually wide,
plain, stone steps that led up to the Mother's simple yet pretty home, in the
woods. The magnificent trees appeared to touch the sky, and the beautiful grass
sprawled lazily over and around the surrounding terrain like water seeps into
hidden
time. It was all I could do to walk and not run through the town like an idiot.
Finally, I reached her door—a smile on
my face—and I knocked without hesitation.
The door opened almost instantly and my
breath caught as I looked at my love with my own eyes for the first time. She
was wearing a beautiful dress of green and white, one shoulder bare, and white
roses cascading over the other shoulder and accenting her waist. In her small
hand she grasped a rod connected to a dainty mask of green and white. Her hair
was curled and pinned up with flowers that matched her gown perfectly. The shy
smile on her face made my world catch on fire.
“Hi,” I said softly.
“Hello,” she giggled. An awkward silence
filled the air. It was broken when we both started laughing at the same time.
“This is so weird!” Her eyes sparkled
with excitement as she stood in the doorway, the skirt on her dress rustling
slightly as she shuffled her feet.
“It kinda is,” I agreed. “But I'm glad
we're doing it.” I grinned widely at her and stepped forward, reaching for her
hand. When our skin touched I felt a fire more intense than any I'd felt in her
dreams. I almost forgot how intense the flames felt—I was so accustomed to
their heat—but they were nothing compared to the inferno her real touch
created. I pushed the dance at The Glen to the back of my mind. I would not be
rushed tonight.
I drew her closer, my fingers stroking
her neck as I brushed her lips with my own. I imagined that I could hear the
sizzle our skin created. Emilee released my hand and wrapped her arms around
me, causing tingles to run down my spine while she sweetly returned my kisses.
Every movement made me want more. I didn’t even care if we made it to the party
anymore. I was perfectly happy where I was.
The moment passed too soon for me, but I
could tell Emilee was excited to see the world humans only dreamed
about—literally. So much for asking if she’d rather ditch and stay here.
“Are you ready to go?” I offered my arm
as I continued. “I hope you don't mind walking.”
“Not at all,” she replied, taking my arm
and stepping out onto the porch. I closed the door behind her and we began our
walk to the woods.
“You look very beautiful tonight,” I
said, as we strolled down the street, trying to look as normal as two adults
dressed for a ball could.
“Thanks. I thought the dress was very
fairy like, so I got it. I figured it would help match the occasion,” she
laughed.
“You were right. I imagine you'll fit
right in.” I imagine I’m going to have to beat some guys off you.
As we neared the tree line—escaping any
prying eyes—I hastened our pace. Her eagerness was contagious and I quickly
found myself anticipating our arrival. Emilee laughed at my excitement as I
practically ran through the grass, anxious for her to see my home. We raced through
the trees, laughing and clasping hands until we reached the magical path.
“Are you ready?” I asked, out of breath.
With a nod from her, I uttered the magic word that revealed the road to the
Glen. The trees parted, and the secret trail was revealed, dotted with magic
sparkles. Her face lit up and her breath caught as she saw what would be the
beginning of a wondrous night.
“Let's go!” We stepped into the lights
and into my world.
Chapter Eight
The secret trail led to a courtyard of
sorts, the small center of our town, surrounded by a three-sided brick wall
that held our homes. Each wooden door either led directly to a home, like mine,
or to a passage that led to other homes. Magic kept it from looking or feeling
crowded. Where the fourth wall should have been there were actually wide,
plain, stone steps that led up to the Mother's simple yet pretty home, in the
woods. The magnificent trees appeared to touch the sky, and the beautiful grass
sprawled lazily over and around the surrounding terrain like water seeps into
hidden
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