The Best Bad Valentine’s Day
The Best Bad Valentine’s Day
by Addison James
Genre Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Tags Romance, comedy, Vermont, Valentine’s Day, art
Releasing February 7, 2014
Content Editor Marni McNiff
Line Editor Greta Gunselman
Cover Designer Cora Graphics
A fall during the height of passion fractures Susan’s tailbone disrupting romantic Valentine’s Day plans for Susan and Roger. Can they avoid the gossip in their small Vermont town? Will they have a chance to rekindle the passion? And what mischief does Susan’s best friend, Terri, have in store this time?
“Now, where were we?” Dr. Lane asked a question but clearly he already knew the answer, as evidenced by his rapid return to Susan’s side, his hands removing her remaining clothes and his lips capturing hers. Soon, both their clothes pooled at their feet.
“Upstairs,” Susan mumbled between passionate kisses.
“No, here,” Roger said as her pressed her firmly against the wall, but his collection of paintings of Vermont landscapes from local artists shook with their passion.
“Damn,” he said once he noticed the quivering frames. Susan looked at the painting just inches from her head and exhaled angrily.
“Damn,” she echoed.
Roger looked around the room with new eyes. His furniture and objet d’art were no longer just about their original function or placement for flow in the room. He assessed each area, each piece of furniture with only one purpose in mind, and certainly not the purpose it was originally created for.
“Here.” Roger took his arm and pushed away the candles from the large wooden dining room table. It was formerly a barn door that Roger had resurfaced for its new purpose. Multiple purposes.
“Here?” Susan asked incredulously.
Roger answered by grasping her shoulders, passionately kissing her lips whilst moving her backward toward the table. Her backside soon met the side of the table, as Roger lifted her on top of it.
Susan looked at her lover with a mischievous eye. “Really?” she asked, her voice suddenly deep and breathless.
“Really.” He paused from kissing her to answer, as he slowly, carefully, lowered her against the tabletop, and then moved on top of her.
Their passion steamed up the windows of his nineteenth century home.
“We’ve never done it here,” Susan said amidst kisses.
“There’s a first time for everything,” Roger replied with more kisses.
Their passion caused the table to creak.
As they were reaching their peak, everything seemed to slow down. Before, rushed and frantic, their passion seemed to speed up time. It began to move incredibly slowly once Susan realized that she was no longer on the table, but rather in mid-air with a one hundred and eighty pound doctor on top of her. One second her passion was so intense, she thought they were like weightless astronauts somersaulting through space and time. The next second she realized there was nothing beneath her. Unable to brace herself because her arms were still entwined with Roger’s, she crashed onto the hardwood floor directly onto her tailbone.
Pain. Extreme pain shot from the base of her spine radiating down her legs.
“Ow,” Susan said, her voice echoing the pain in her body. “Ow. Ow. Ow.”