Sweet Nothings and Other Confections

by Sula Sullivan

“My trust in you is steadfast and concrete. I have faith enough for both of us.”

“Your mind’s imagination is one of the few places that your social status or monetary situation matters very little.”

“You’re not aroused. That is not an objection. It is a fact. What you want is connection. You want comfort.” Fiona said firmly.

Fiona cupped her hands in her face. “However, I must warn you, if you ever offer yourself again to me so wantonly,” “I-” Lucille started again. But Fiona cut her off. “I will not be able to resist you.”

After she had the necklace clasped around Lucille’s neck, she traced Lucille’s collarbone gently. She noticed there was a trail of goosebumps left in the wake of her fingertips. “What is the occasion?” Lucille asked gingerly, touching the enamel charms. “You exist.” Fiona said, “No occasion needed.”