Friday, May 25, 2012

Reunited-Madge chapter 12

1975

Madge
She was an emotional spaz.  First, she was really excited to be going back to Jackson to make the finishing plans on her wedding.  Second, her irrational fear of exploding in a plane was making her hands shake.  People had been flying safely kind of for twenty years now.  She just needed to find her seat and take a deep breath.  She flopped into the isle seat and was relieved to see the center seat was empty; it was always nice to be able to spread out. Wow, the guy in the window seat was intense.  His body was long and tall with an athletes muscle tone. He had the coolest shaved head. His dark hair was cut as close to the scalp as possible except it was just a little bit longer in a big wide strip over the top.  A very subtle mohawk. Kane would never do something like this; he was a little vain about his longer thick blonde locks, but it did look sexy all rough under a cowboy hat.  You know what is super sexy is tattoos. It made her heat up down there when she saw this guy had them from shoulder to wrist on both arms.  Damn, this guy was the center fold of a bad boy and it had her blood heating up. She wanted to caress his powerful arms, damn girl don’t drool!  She stashed her bag under the seat and looked over to see he was drawing in a large sketch pad.  That’s when he looked up catching her snooping. He squinted his pale blue eyes, but when she smiled he did too.  They talked about his art. His voice was low and gravely adding to her arousal. She loved his work it was all woven lines, plays on dark and light with the most beautiful delicate vines and leaves blended in.  Something about it really called to her.  Maybe she should get a tattoo?  Kane would kill her.  There was an especially cool piece on his left arm and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning over him to take a closer look. When she dared to touch those sexy arms she was literally shocked!  Like her conscience was saying back off girl.  There was no harm in being attracted to this guy. Even a committed woman could appreciate a smoking hot guy.  Forest really liked her favorite perfumed lotion; she thought that was sweet that this burly fellow would even notice something like that made him more interesting. When the plane started to go through the process of leaving Seattle all her flight fears rolled back. If she kept her eyes closed it would be ok, they wouldn’t end up in little pieces falling over the city.  She compulsively grabbed Forest.  The moment he took her hand in his she felt peace.  Not like when she touched Kane, she always got a little heart flutter it was nice but, never had Kane’s touch made her feel like she had just come home after wandering lost in the dark.  The plane finally leveled off and she reluctantly pulled her hand back. He clung a little and her mind spun.  O boy this wasn’t a one way attraction?  Just concentrate on Jane, o G-d it was like the minister and Mr. Rochester!  No, silly girl Kane is more emotional about them, isn’t he?  Ahh..this must be wedding jitters. 

She asked him about her book and she was again surprised he had read it and remembered it.  Her fiancé had bought her the book.  She had lost her worn and tattered copy in the Snake River on a rafting trip, and it had made her pretty upset. It was so sweet he had found a first edition and presented it to her to mark their first year together.  They had experienced an incredibly turbulent first year, the stress of college, not being able to live together at the dude ranch.  Girls had flirted with him and rumors flew.  She just lost her grip and allowed herself to go to a dark place that summer.
When they rode out into the Aspens completely alone in the Tetons he had prepared an amazing spread. It was so romantic. He had topped it off with this book.  That night as she lay under a sky loaded with stars she made a decision.  She would really try to find happy.  She would let this guy shine his light on the still dark pain; maybe he could turn it into shadows instead of pitch black. Her love for him was a tiny ember that if nurtured could turn into a flame. She was still telling herself that, waiting for the forest fire.  If one man could try to give her the world she could try to love him.  All this flashed through her head as she fondled her engagement ring.  Forest seemed agitated so she made an effort to just ignore him. 


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