my
ear, “Don’t worry. I loved the stories. Do you want to know
something embarrassing about me?”
I nod.
“ When I was a kid, my
mother put in accordion. Believe me, it doesn’t get much worse than
that.”
I giggle and give him a coy smile. I
love how sweet he is.
“ What are your plans
tomorrow?” he asks.
“ Nothing besides roasting
in the sun with the girls.”
He tucks a loose strand of my hair
behind my ear; “Think you might be able to find some time for
me?”
I blush thankful it’s dark out, “I
think I could manage to fit you into my schedule.”
Steven laughs, enjoying my flirtatious
side, “I would like that.”
“ Drink the last shot!” Eric
shouts and shoves the bottle back in Steven’s face. Steven grabs
hold of the bottle and finishes it off making my friends roar with
enthusiasm.
“ Let’s go skinny dipping!”
Stephanie shouts out of nowhere and pulls off her dress. She is
clearly induced with one too many Tequila shots. Eric’s eyes widen
in amazement, and before I can even stop them, he and Stephanie
have completely disrobed and made it halfway into the water.
Matthew begins to unbuckle his pants and Michelle rips off her
dress. They grab onto each other’s hands and ask if we are coming.
I politely decline and tell them to be careful. Steven says he will
stay with me on shore, but thanks them for the invite. Michelle
makes a comment about how I am always the cautious one, and that’s
why they keep me around. Matthew tugs her arm when they break into
the waters to meet Stephanie and Eric.
As Steven and I hear their splashes
and laughter from the ocean, he invites me to lie down beside him
and look up at the stars. He stretches his arm across the sand, and
I snuggle up to his chest. While Steven begins to tell me about
starting his new life in Chicago, I can’t help but think how this
is exactly what getting to know someone is supposed to feel like, a
well-produced mixture of excitement, romance and subtle intrigue.
But as I gaze up into the dark everlasting sky, lying with the
perfect guy, all I can see in the back of my mind is
Ben.
Chapter 6
The next morning, I wake up from the
sunlight beaming through the patio doors. I kick off my blankets
feeling flush, and wipe away the sticky sweat dripping from my
forehead. I pry my eyes open, but the pain of the bright sun locks
them shut. I groan, wishing somehow I were still submerged in my
dream: I was sitting on the beach with the sun warming my skin and
the wind blowing through my hair. Steven appeared with a smile and
pulled me gently into his arms. But when I leaned in to kiss him,
he morphed into Ben. I pulled away from him, confused and scared. I
tried to resist him, but he pinned my hands above my head and
forced me into the cool damp sand. As soon as our naked bodies
touched I crumbled in his arms and let his lips passionately press
against mine. It was enough to both arouse and frighten me before
my mind involuntarily awoke me.
I flip and flop from side to side to
try and fall back asleep. I pull a pillow over my head, count sheep
and even take deeps breaths. I am purposely trying to put myself
back into the realm of my dream. There was something about it that
was so real, so intense, and I wanted him. Just like I want to feel
Ben inside me right now. This sudden realization not only excites,
but petrifies me, and there is no way I am going to be able to
sleep with these crazy feelings welling up inside of me.
On the other hand, I can’t
help but think what a nice evening I had with Steven. He was
poised, courteous and even offered me his suit jacket when it got a
bit cooler in the early morning hours. While everyone else was
skinny-dipping and splashing about in the Pacific, Steven and I
were having a mature discussion about our jobs, our hobbies, and
our families. I liked him and found him cultured, even though he
grew up on a small farm in Connecticut. But despite our
differences: he liked eating steak and
ear, “Don’t worry. I loved the stories. Do you want to know
something embarrassing about me?”
I nod.
“ When I was a kid, my
mother put in accordion. Believe me, it doesn’t get much worse than
that.”
I giggle and give him a coy smile. I
love how sweet he is.
“ What are your plans
tomorrow?” he asks.
“ Nothing besides roasting
in the sun with the girls.”
He tucks a loose strand of my hair
behind my ear; “Think you might be able to find some time for
me?”
I blush thankful it’s dark out, “I
think I could manage to fit you into my schedule.”
Steven laughs, enjoying my flirtatious
side, “I would like that.”
“ Drink the last shot!” Eric
shouts and shoves the bottle back in Steven’s face. Steven grabs
hold of the bottle and finishes it off making my friends roar with
enthusiasm.
“ Let’s go skinny dipping!”
Stephanie shouts out of nowhere and pulls off her dress. She is
clearly induced with one too many Tequila shots. Eric’s eyes widen
in amazement, and before I can even stop them, he and Stephanie
have completely disrobed and made it halfway into the water.
Matthew begins to unbuckle his pants and Michelle rips off her
dress. They grab onto each other’s hands and ask if we are coming.
I politely decline and tell them to be careful. Steven says he will
stay with me on shore, but thanks them for the invite. Michelle
makes a comment about how I am always the cautious one, and that’s
why they keep me around. Matthew tugs her arm when they break into
the waters to meet Stephanie and Eric.
As Steven and I hear their splashes
and laughter from the ocean, he invites me to lie down beside him
and look up at the stars. He stretches his arm across the sand, and
I snuggle up to his chest. While Steven begins to tell me about
starting his new life in Chicago, I can’t help but think how this
is exactly what getting to know someone is supposed to feel like, a
well-produced mixture of excitement, romance and subtle intrigue.
But as I gaze up into the dark everlasting sky, lying with the
perfect guy, all I can see in the back of my mind is
Ben.
Chapter 6
The next morning, I wake up from the
sunlight beaming through the patio doors. I kick off my blankets
feeling flush, and wipe away the sticky sweat dripping from my
forehead. I pry my eyes open, but the pain of the bright sun locks
them shut. I groan, wishing somehow I were still submerged in my
dream: I was sitting on the beach with the sun warming my skin and
the wind blowing through my hair. Steven appeared with a smile and
pulled me gently into his arms. But when I leaned in to kiss him,
he morphed into Ben. I pulled away from him, confused and scared. I
tried to resist him, but he pinned my hands above my head and
forced me into the cool damp sand. As soon as our naked bodies
touched I crumbled in his arms and let his lips passionately press
against mine. It was enough to both arouse and frighten me before
my mind involuntarily awoke me.
I flip and flop from side to side to
try and fall back asleep. I pull a pillow over my head, count sheep
and even take deeps breaths. I am purposely trying to put myself
back into the realm of my dream. There was something about it that
was so real, so intense, and I wanted him. Just like I want to feel
Ben inside me right now. This sudden realization not only excites,
but petrifies me, and there is no way I am going to be able to
sleep with these crazy feelings welling up inside of me.
On the other hand, I can’t
help but think what a nice evening I had with Steven. He was
poised, courteous and even offered me his suit jacket when it got a
bit cooler in the early morning hours. While everyone else was
skinny-dipping and splashing about in the Pacific, Steven and I
were having a mature discussion about our jobs, our hobbies, and
our families. I liked him and found him cultured, even though he
grew up on a small farm in Connecticut. But despite our
differences: he liked eating steak and
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