Blank Space by Francis Gideon

Author:Francis Gideon [Gideon, Francis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, Bisexual, Poly, Romance, Contemporary
Publisher: Less Than Three Press, LLC
Published: 2016-04-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

"So... I have a surprise for you. And a surprise for me."

Curtis sat down on the couch with Darcy as soon as the kids had gone to bed on Friday night. She had brought her laptop into the living room, placing it precariously on her lap as she waded through emails on her party-planning account. If Curtis didn't act fast, she would soon fall into her Google Calendar and start planning the upcoming spring season. Curtis had completely forgotten Easter was this weekend; while Darcy had been gone all day with her own errands, he had entertained the kids indoors as it poured rain. Now that they were finally alone, it occurred to Curtis they would have yet another day on Monday for time together. This was as good as any time to finally tell Darcy about what he had purchased for them weeks ago now. After a quick trip to the car, he now held the gift bag in his hands.

Darcy eyed the package carefully. "My birthday's passed. Is this something you hid really well and forgot about until now?"

Curtis laughed. He nudged the red bag forward on the couch cushion between them. "Open it and see."

As soon as Darcy's fingers touched the handle, he felt fear seize him again. When she put down her laptop to really study what was inside, he knew things were about to get serious.

"You don't have to do it. I just thought. You know when you had that party? I got this. And I figured it would be fun to try. I want you to use it on me, you know? But you don't have to do it."

Darcy leaned forward and grabbed Curtis's hands so they would stop shaking. "Shhh. You're so nervous when you talk about this stuff, you know that, right?"

"I am?" Curtis's mouth was slightly agape. He was an open-minded person, but the past two months had really made him aware of how blunted his speech and limits about sex really were. It wasn't true fear or nervousness, though—he knew that deep down. Sex didn't scare him. It was what people thought about sex and his desire that truly scared him. That, more than anything, was made up of shame.

He looked into Darcy deep brown eyes. She'd cut her hair recently, so now her bangs didn't quite go over her ears, but kept falling in front of her face. She often scoffed and complained whenever it happened, but Curtis loved her hair like this. Shorter bangs meant he got to curl his fingers through her hair and keep it out of her face. He did this now, as she leaned close and kissed him.

"Just let me really look in the bag, okay?" she whispered in his ear. "All I saw was plastic before. Don't say a single thing until I do."

Curtis opened his mouth to reply, but soon shut it. Darcy grinned and then went to explore again. He could tell she recognized the red gift bag from her party, but would she remember selling Camille the same strap-on? Her face was calm, placid.

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