Farrah fell in love with Lane a long time ago. He was a family friend, a little older. She was a teenager—and a boy, back then. When she confessed her love to Lane, he disappeared from the family’s life.
Since those days of teenaged angst, Farrah has come to identify as a woman. Her transition is well underway when she arrives at her niece Maggie’s wedding weekend. Though the family’s all there, the last person Farrah expects to see is Lane—a little older, more dashing than ever.
The love she felt for him in her youth surges to the fore, and she knows this is the man she’ll build a life with. But will Lane’s secrets drive Farrah away for good?
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, shoe fetish, and orgasmic toe-sucking.
“Lane!” Farrah’s heart clenched. Why weren’t there more mirrors in this place? What if she had lipstick on her teeth?
“That’s right, dear. It’s Lane.” Her mother rubbed her arm gently. “You remember Lane?”
How could she forget him? Every time she closed her eyes and imagined her own wedding, this man awaited her at the altar. Her heart thumped like a bass drum.
“Hi, you.” The warmth in Lane’s smile melted her like chocolate. Her hand trembled as he took it, pressing her palm between both of his. Farrah’s hand was larger and normally she’d have been embarrassed, but right now she was more worried about her knees giving out.
“I haven’t seen you in…” With a blush, Farrah tried to remember how many years it had been since she’d professed her love to this family friend. “Years.”
He’d stopped coming by after that, not that she could blame him. At the time, Lane was a man in his twenties. Farrah was only in her teens. And back then she’d been a gangly teenaged boy, excessively horny but deeply in love. Funny how those few years’ difference melted away now that they were both older.
“I go by Farrah now,” she offered, breathless.
“After Farrah Fawcett, I bet.” He winked conspiratorially.
Her heart fluttered like she was caught in his net. “You know me too well.”
Lane smiled, his gaze moving over her like a sweeping warmth. “Your mother said you looked good, but good doesn’t begin to cover it. You look… Wow, you look…”
Farrah blushed when Lane couldn’t find the words. Her heart felt too big for her chest and she said, “You too. You look… Wow!”
Her mother made a little throat-clearing sound, and Farrah felt suddenly quite bashful. Even if she could quit stammering like an idiot, she couldn’t very well flirt in front of her mother. It just wasn’t in her.
To her great surprise, her mother suggested, “Why don’t the two of you go for a little walk and get reacquainted?”
And then off she went without waiting for a reaction, leaving them perfectly alone.
“I’m not sure how far I’ll get in these shoes,” Farrah said, drawing’s Lane’s gaze down to her heels.
“Yeah.” Lane chuckled, seeming as nervous as Farrah felt. “Those shoes weren’t made for walking.”