Find You in the Dark

before. But after some pleading on my part, they each agreed that it could be fun.
    So we made plans to spend the night at Lisa's cabin over Thanksgiving break. I desperately hoped it could eradicate this division I felt deepening between my friends and me. I knew they didn't approve of my relationship with Clay. I knew they were worried we were in too deep, too fast. And I knew they hadn't forgotten for one minute, the anger Clay was capable of.
    And that upset me. Because I felt like no matter how much Clay tried to change their minds about him, their opinion was permanent. Despite how cordial they were to his face.
    I became protective of my relationship with Clay. I didn't want anyone or anything to taint what we had. I felt like I was trying to hold onto a block of ice as it slowly melted through my fingers. I couldn't keep hold of the happiness I felt in those moments when things were good. Because the bad loomed not far away, just waiting to wipe everything else away.
    But the trip to the cabin began to hold all my hopes for changing that. Clay seemed excited about the trip and I loved seeing him look forward to something. To see the brooding darkness erased by a real and true happiness.
    “Wow, you're really excited about this trip aren't you?” I asked Clay after school. We were lying on my bed in my room. It had taken a lot of pleading to get Clay to return to my house. And yes, I knew that I was breaking one of my parents ten commandments but I knew for a fact that they would be out for at least two more hours. Giving Clay and I plenty of time to be alone together before he had to get the hell out of there. The truth was, not even my parents' wrath could stop me from being with him. I was so desperate to make things good between us that I was willing to risk anything.
    Clay rolled onto his side, his feet wrapped around mine as we lay tangled together. He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at me. He rubbed his fingers over the skin of my stomach, making me squirm.
    “Yeah. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm just glad everyone agreed to come.” Clay said softly and I felt a pang at the regret in his voice. He knew what my friends thought of him. He wasn't stupid. I hated it for him. For us. It didn't make things easy. But we had never done easy.
    I sat up suddenly, surprising Clay with my movement. I straddled his hips and wiggled against him. He laid his head back against my pillows, his eyes changing instantly from sadness to molten desire. “You start doing that, things are going to get out of control very quickly.” He teased, running his hands up my sides. “Stop it.” I laughed. Clay chuckled and pulled my face down to kiss me. “Mmm. You taste like cherries.” He murmured against my mouth.
    I smacked my lips together. “You can thank Lip Smackers.” Clay laughed again, my heart thrilled at the sound, and kissed me longer and deeper. “Thank you, Lip Smackers.” He said huskily before putting his lips to the base of my throat. He sat up, my legs wrapped around his middle and he held me tightly to his chest.
    “Just think, Mags. An entire night together. I've wanted that for so long.” He whispered breathlessly as he kissed a trail from my collar bone to my ear. “Typical guy, only thinking with your penis.” I said crudely. Way to kill the moment, Maggie! I chastised myself.
    Clay smirked, not put off by my choice of terminology. “Oh no, I think with other things. Like my hands.” He put them up my shirt and I gasped as his palms cupped my breasts. “And my fingers.” He whispered in my ear as his thumbs began to rub my nipples, causing a warmth to pool in my abdomen. “And my lips.” He sucked on my ear lobe and I groaned. I swear, if he had wanted, he could take me right then and there.
    “Oh god. What am I going to do with you?” He said with amusement as I became frenzied under his mouth. I frantically began pulling at his clothes, trying to get him naked. “Well, you could help me you know.” I pouted as I tried once again to get his shirt over his head. Clay only laughed and pulled away, placing a loud kiss on my mouth. “Slow down, tiger. Not here, especially since the last time I was in your room, your father almost had me lynched. And we were just sleeping that time.”
    I wasn't going to let him go that easily. I deftly undid the button on his jeans, sliding my hand just inside the waist band. “Are you sure about that, Clayton? You really want