Sins of the Fathers by S Gepp

Author:S Gepp [Gepp, S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781947227408
Publisher: Grinning Skull Press
Published: 2019-09-24T18:30:00+00:00

1991

To Francis's amazement, his former high school classmates who would not have given him the time of day before Christmas now, in January, at Chelsea's home, treated him as they did any other person at the party. He drank beer, shared jokes, and just talked. Only once, when a group laughed at his story of what had happened to the disliked Father O'Connor on one of the student retreats, did he wonder what the rest of the Round Table would think if they saw him right now. Suddenly accepting this invitation after avoiding two other post-exam gatherings was the best idea he'd had in years.

"Franky," whispered a voice in his ear, "can I see you?" He turned from the rest of the group listening to the former captain of the football team regale them all with his talks of personal heroism on the playing field and smiled at Chelsea.

"Sure," he replied, following her through the large house to the room where everyone had placed their birthday gifts for her. The pile was high beneath a hand-made sign that read, "Happy 18th Chelsea!," which was decorated with photographs from the girl's life, showing more than anything else that she had always been physically attractive. "An adult," he smirked.

"Yeah, but my twenty-first will be better," she replied.

"Why?"

"Twenty-one is my lucky number," she said with the slightest of grins as she moved him into the room. She closed the door behind them, and Francis turned to face her, unsure of what was going on here. She looked at him for a brief moment and then grabbed his face with both hands and crushed her lips against his. For a few seconds, he just stood there, stunned, and then he dared to wrap his arms around her waist and draw her in closer. She came unhesitatingly into his embrace and shifted her hands to the back of his neck.

Mouths parted slightly. Eyes closed. Heads tilted. Tongues touched, lips pushed hard. For what seemed to Francis to be not nearly long enough, they kissed.

Francis felt the whole world disappear; all that existed was Chelsea; all that mattered was the two of them.

They parted reluctantly, and Francis could not stop grinning even as he caught his breath. "Uhh, what…?" he started, but could not let the words come out without sounding downright rude or, even worse, stupid.

She smiled oh so sweetly and kindly at him. "I told you I'd thank you properly for all you did for me," she whispered.

"Come on, I just gave you a hand with…"

"No," she interrupted firmly. "No. You—you—taught me how to study. You made sure I passed those history and math exams. You helped me with those bits of math and biology when the teachers couldn't be bothered. And you listened to me." Her face fell a little. "You probably know more about me than any of my friends out there." She kissed his cheek. "I just wish…" She let the comment hang in the air.

But Francis understood. This was it,

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