It's not something I've often done, but I do what the boys did in my dream, and I slide my hand down to between my legs. Sage's kisses fill my mind, but so does the wonder about Damon and how he would feel against my body for real. What does he look like beneath his clothes? Are his muscles as hard and strong as I felt in the dream? If he's not like he is in the dream, I'll be disappointed. Would he be so slow and drag it out? Or would he go even faster? Would he listen to me if I asked him to move a certain way? And Sage, I can't forget about him. He's such a comfort to think about. He was the first male fairy I gave my heart too, the only one I ever slept with, and I won't ever forget that or him. No matter what happens, he has a piece of me. I know that not all fairies end up marrying the first one they are with, but I don't think I'm like the others. Everyone keeps saying I'm so light. Maybe I am. Maybe I should embrace it instead of being so shy and unsure about the attention.
But right now, it’s my body I’m giving a lot of attention to, and I can’t say that what I’m doing is the lightest of activities. At this moment, I don’t care. This feels so good, but not as good as the dream and not nearly as good as when Sage touched me for the first time.
My fingers are growing sore, but the thought of their kisses, their hands, their bodies, even their cocks have me growing so excited that I find release, and I cry out.
Almost immediately, shame washes over me. Not that I pleasured myself. No, I feel no shame in that, but it's more the shame of loneliness, and it's self-inflicted. The boys have been rather patient with me, but I know that can't and won't last. It's not fair to them. I need to decide.
But that's if they haven't moved on during the two-month break between our second and third years. Not that I think they have. Both have kept in contact with me over the break, and I am so looking forward to seeing them.
I just hope that I don’t blush when I’m around them or accidentally say something about the dream. I don’t think I could withstand the embarrassment from that!
Chapter 4
Finally, Bay and I are taking the long, easy flight over to the school. Somehow, she's tucked her long locks underneath a hat. I can't even see a single strand.
Finally, I nudge against her as we fly. “What’s with the hat?”
“Isn’t it cute?” She beams at me, her eyes twinkling, and I just know she’s up to something.
I narrow my eyes. “What did you do?”
“Now, now, Rosemary, what makes you think I did something?”
“That you didn’t outright deny it proves you did something! What is it?”
She grins. “Rosemary, don’t you want to hurry up and see your boys?”
“Don’t change the subject!”
Bay just shrugs and zooms ahead, but I dart forward. I’m not sure what possesses me, but I reach for the hat on her head.
With a sigh, she draws up short and yanks the hat off herself. Instead of long white tresses falling down her back and over her shoulders, her strands are all dark, mostly black but with some purple mixed in.
She looks riveting, the most gorgeous fairy I’ve ever seen, and I gape at her.
“You look amazing!”
“You like it?” she asks nervously.
“Don’t you?” I touch her strands. Despite the dye job, her locks are as soft as ever.
“I do. I just… Mom hasn’t seen it yet. Dad hasn’t either, and I think they might freak.”
“They will definitely freak.” I giggle. “What does Zoth think?”
She waves her hand. “I haven’t seen him in a bit.”
“Why not?”
“I’ve been busy getting ready for the academy like a good little fairy.”
“Hmm.” I eye her.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask innocently.
“Suspiciously.” Bay shakes her head.
“Your reputation does precede you.”
“Hmm,” she teases, sounding just like me, and we burst out laughing.
“Are we in the same cottage again this year?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You and Orchid getting along any better?”
“That remains to be seen.”
“You both have something in common. I don’t understand why you two are always fighting,” I complain.
“She and I don’t always see eye to eye.”
“Maybe that’s because her artifact from her great-grandma was stolen for someone’s drug habit, and you were providing those drugs,” I point out.
“I didn’t force Spring to steal from anyone,” Bay protests.
“But if it weren’t for the drugs…”
“I did my time,” she says bitterly. “For the school and Mom and Dad. I will not have people hang that over my head for the rest of my life. Yes, it hadn’t been the smartest thing in the world for me to do. Do I regret it?” She pauses.
“You would change things if you could go back, wouldn’t you?” I insist. “Right?”
After a moment, Bay shakes her head. “No, actually. I wouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I explode. It’s not often that I get so heated and upset about things, but seriously? How can she not realize just how dangerous that drug is? All of the problems that came about? Spring did a lot more than just steal items to pawn to fund her drug problem. She set a ton of fires and could have killed someone!
“Spring needs to be in Dark Fae Penitentiary,” Bay says slowly. She almost hurt people by what she did, but what if she hadn’t had access to the drugs? Who knows what she would’ve done? She still would’ve been dangerous, and she might’ve actually hurt someone or killed someone. It’s for the best how things ended up.”
“Maybe,” I say doubtfully.
“Look, what’s done is done, and the past is finished. We can just worry about today and moving forward. Although…” Bay’s eyes sparkle as she flies a lazy circle
