About In Starlight

by M. Raiya
15 pages / 3300 words
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Making love in a canoe is not an easy feat, but Lewis and Taylor fit together remarkably well, considering one is an actor from New York City and the other has lived on a Vermont pond all his life with loons and owls and peace and quiet. There's nothing like starlight and the call of a loon across a still pond in the middle of the night to make differences explode into passion.

Will Lewis trade the spotlights for starlight?

Sample

"I envy you," I said, thinking about nights like these with stars and loons and owls and the soft wash of waves.

He snorted. "Fucking cold here in the winter."

We both laughed. Then he said quietly, "Why don't you get in?"

Yeah, sure, I thought. If I got in his canoe, my guards would be all over us. I wished this moment could go on forever, just like this, with this gentle man who didn't seem to know, or care, who I was.

"You seem kinda lonely," he added, and leaned over the gunwale of the canoe and kissed me.

His face was rough and stubbly, but his lips were soft and warm and tasted of fresh air. I didn't know whether to yell and push him into the pond, or to kiss him back. His hands touched my face and wiped away my tears. Something cold inside me melted in a warm rush. It was the anger at Paul, and the pain, and the loss, pouring away, filled by -- who was this man?

"Ah, excuse me," said Tom, my bodyguard, close by. "Um, Mr. Lewis, do you want me to take action here? Do you wish Taylor to leave? Mr. Lewis?"

I'd decided to kiss back. "No," I murmured around my stranger's mouth. His name was Taylor? Trust Tom to know before I did. "We're good."

"Very well, sir," the bodyguard said.

Quickly, daringly, I put my left leg over into the canoe, quickly followed by both hands and then my other leg. I knelt before Taylor, and our heads were at about the same height.

"Sir, I can't advise--" Tom said, but I gave a general wave in his direction, and to his credit, I heard him moving away, speaking into his radio.

Just before we resumed kissing, I vaguely sensed my companion -- Taylor -- taking a few strokes with the paddle away from shore. But I cared about nothing beyond the desire for his mouth again.