Prompt: peaceful
Lindsay grabbed her book, her beach chair, her sunglasses, and her cooler and headed for the roof. It was blissfully empty on this fine, sunny, Wednesday afternoon and she set herself up with a drink and her book, letting the rest of the world fade away.
She didn't make it ten pages through the book before she tossed it away. Even here, she couldn't enjoy herself. All she could think of was Danny. If he were here, he'd have already gotten her small wrap off her. He'd tell her she didn't need one since it was only him there. Other men weren't allowed to ogle her, only him. Then he'd probably let her read for about ten minutes before he threw water on her or tickled her feet or did something to demand her attention.
She groaned as she remembered the feel of his hands on her. The look in his eyes as he undressed her, the feel of his breath against her body as he whispered that she was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
Beautiful, he'd always said that, funny, sweet, he'd tell her she was all those things. He'd say he was crazy about her, that he missed her more than he could say, but love, he'd never say that.
She couldn't help but say it couldn't help but feel it and she knew she'd never feel peace again until she stopped.
And, though she tried to deny it, she knew she'd never stop loving Danny Messer.