| Author: | Misty MacAllister | ISBN: | 9781370500338 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister | Publication: | August 5, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Misty MacAllister |
| ISBN: | 9781370500338 |
| Publisher: | Misty MacAllister |
| Publication: | August 5, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
'A Bridesmaid's First Night' is the story of a young woman discovering who she truly is.
Tamara is always the bridesmaid and never the bride. But maybe she doesn't want to be a bride, or maybe she doesn't know what she wants. Until she meets Lillian.
“You are very beautiful,” Lillian whispers softly.
And the big room is suddenly gone and there is only her. I break out into goosebumps. I swallow. I bite my lip. Her finger brushes over my hands and our hands become a tangle. Tentatively, I reach out and touch her knee.
"Does your family know you’re gay?” she whispers into this moment of heartbeats.
“No,” I sigh. They don’t know. How could they know when I don’t even know?
“But I do,” she says.
"How?” I ask. How can you know when I pretend even to myself?
“Because you shiver when I touch you,” she says, running her finger up my arm.
And I do shiver, and tingles spark to life in places way down below. I feel like a flower blooming for the first time.
And life begins for Tamara with passion.
'A Bridesmaid's First Night' is the story of a young woman discovering who she truly is.
Tamara is always the bridesmaid and never the bride. But maybe she doesn't want to be a bride, or maybe she doesn't know what she wants. Until she meets Lillian.
“You are very beautiful,” Lillian whispers softly.
And the big room is suddenly gone and there is only her. I break out into goosebumps. I swallow. I bite my lip. Her finger brushes over my hands and our hands become a tangle. Tentatively, I reach out and touch her knee.
"Does your family know you’re gay?” she whispers into this moment of heartbeats.
“No,” I sigh. They don’t know. How could they know when I don’t even know?
“But I do,” she says.
"How?” I ask. How can you know when I pretend even to myself?
“Because you shiver when I touch you,” she says, running her finger up my arm.
And I do shiver, and tingles spark to life in places way down below. I feel like a flower blooming for the first time.
And life begins for Tamara with passion.
