Higher Ground
The moon was full tonight. Out amidst the shadows, Faye danced beneath the pale moonlight, tugging her white cotton dress up as she cut through the long grass. She was full of fire tonight. Goosebumps lined her arms and legs, but her skin felt hot. She felt like tugging off her clothes, surrendering her body to the earth. She was as willowy as a flower, as vigorous as a doe in heat. The forest sighed her name, as she moved towards it. In the darkness, the trees had a mind of their own. They swayed in the wind and danced along to the song playing inside Faye’s head. She ran her hand against a white poplar in passing, feeling its cool, papery bark beneath her fingertips. The blooming daffodils gave the forest a burst of colour. With delicate fingers, Faye plucked a flower from the ground and tucked it behind her ear.
She hadn’t felt this way since she had sat in Jude’s lap on his sofa, clinging to him like he was the breath of oxygen she had been deprived of. Now, she longed to be touched, to feel the heat of another body pressed up against hers, filling her up until she was drunk on their scent. For so long, she had envisioned sharing these heated fantasies with Jude, but something had happened inside her head that fateful night when he had denied her love. It was if someone had turned off a switch inside her brain, freeing her from her obsession. Jude was a distant memory now. Her mind was cruising at a different altitude these days.
There was so much beauty all around her, so much to take in. Faye pushed her hair off her shoulders, running her hands down her neck. She imagined Ruth’s hands instead of her own against her body. The dark-haired beauty had left a lasting impression on Faye since the party. Ruth was unpredictable, a wild heart in disguise, the futuristic temptress. Since that night, she hadn’t been able to get the pretty woman out of her head. She saw her brown eyes and pouty lips every time she closed her eyes. When Faye heard a branch snap behind her, she didn’t even have to turn around to know who was standing behind her.
“I knew you’d come,” she whispered softly.
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