They lay there, sheets ajumble, the humid morning air barely moving through the cabin’s open window. The buzz from the beer the night before kept him swimming in and out of consciousness.
He didn’t fight it.
Fetal, fearless, he watched the gentle heave of her breath move her sloping back. His arm encircled her hip, his hand just there, between her legs. He buried his face a
little deeper into her hair.
He tried to piece the conversation together again in his mind. What was that comment about the difference between fate and destiny? He tried to remember exactly what she’d said,
the inflection in her voice, the tilt of her head. What did she really mean?
No matter. The dream intruded again, coaxing his attention from her smooth skin to the flat blue
water of the island paradise. He moved in, all in, and felt the saltwater buoy him.
Without a care, he let the tide take him.
Thanks to the Babbling Brooke for the meme.
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Thanks guys – you’re waaay too nice. I just ripped this off under the influence of EM’s feverish moon.
Wow, this is gorgeous! Edgy Mama pointed me in your direction and I’m so glad she did. Very, very nice.
Lovely piece. Anne Fitten sent me your way… and recommended the piece.
Wow, Ash. Both Viggo and this first thing on Monday? I need a cold shower.