Chapter Nine: Cake By The Ocean

I watched the sunrise.

The view from my room was beautiful. I could see over the trees and pathway that led to the beach. I could see the tide come in as the early sun rose above the water. I could see the way the sky turned into a gradient. From midnight to crystal colored blues. No clouds. It was perfect outside. I sat on my bed, criss-crossed with my phone in my lap. Eyes just staring on that single peculiar message. The message she sent me in the middle of the night.

I want you too.

My heart stopped beating long ago. I know what it's like to shut off my emotions. I know what It's like to just be alone. You're better off alone anyway…I've been telling myself that for years. But….She makes me….feel. She isn't supposed to make me feel like this...It's all attraction. It has to be...Sure, I like her but...not like anything serious. I'm attracted to her body. And because of that, my brain is trying to formulate these other….feelings that I have. And I just….

I don't know anymore.

After last night, I felt something snap inside of me. Like a rubber band that's been stretched to thin. When she called my name, I lost the ability to think clearly. I lost the ability to breath. All I wanted...was her. All I wanted was her warmth. Her touch. Her kiss. Her whines, her moans, her….everything…

It was like I was high. I was high off of the sound of her voice moaning my name...She touched herself, and thought of me. I made her come, without even really being there. I made her feel good, without even really touching her…

And then, after she texted me, I couldn't move for at least 45 minutes.

At first, I thought maybe she would come and see me. I thought she would come knock on my door, come and talk to me, ask me to come to her room….I know she heard my own moans through the wall. She must have known what I was doing….But she went quiet after the text. No movement, or noise, from behind the wall. Like she was frozen too. Was she frozen too?

The high came down around 2 AM. I finally worked up the courage to leave my bedroom and head to the bathroom. My hand was still sticky from….well, you know. As I passed her door, I stopped. I listened, but no noise. No movement. She must have fallen asleep. I shook my head, trying to rid the visions of her gasping underneath me away. I washed my hands, and then decided maybe a shower would help. A cold shower. Freezing.

It didn't.

I stayed up all night, just staring at the message in my hands. The sun rose, and before I knew it, I could smell Libby cooking breakfast from downstairs. Pancakes. Waffles. Bacon. A sighed. Swallowing hard as I tossed my phone on the side table and let my head fall into my hands.

How am I going to face her? How am I going to look at her, when all I can picture is her wet pussy in my face? Her head thrown back, fingers knotted in my hair? Hips flushed together, my name falling from her lips? The same lips that drew all the day down on my~

"Jimmy?"

There was a knock, followed by a voice. I turned around, startled. My door was still shut, but not locked. I ran my fingers through my hair before finding my own voice. "Yeah?"

"Libbs made breakfast, you should come down!" It was Sheen. I could hear him clearly now, through the door.

A breath. My eyes went back to my phone. The screen turned off, but that message still taunted me, now burned permanently into my mind. "Ok. Yeah, I'll...uh, be down in a bit."

I heard him shuffle away.

Another few minutes pass. The air is getting uncomfortably warm as the temperature outside rises. Sticky. I feel so sticky. Even the shower from the middle of the night wasn't enough to cool me down. I leaned over against the wall, placing my ear up against it. Complete silence from the other side. I pause, licking my lips and contemplating if I should text her. No...No, I'm sure Sheen told her breakfast is ready. I'm sure she's already downstairs. Another deep breath as I detach myself from the wall and somehow make it to the door. I grab my sweatpants from the ground and pull them on, haphazardly.

"Fuck," I say out loud. My hand hovers above the door knob. "I can do this….I can do this…."

I turned the knob and entered the hallway.

I'm not sure what I expected when the door finally opened. It is just a hallway, after all. Sleek wooden floors, white paint. Two other doors, aside from mine. One to the left, and one to the right. The left is the bathroom. It's empty right now. The right is her room. I stop in front. I can hear the sound of my own breath, it's so quiet. Faintly, I can hear voices from down the stairs. The distant sound of a door opening and closing. Carl and Lexi must have just gotten here.

What time is it? I suddenly wonder. I look at my phone, and there's that message again. I never closed out our text thread.

I want you, too.

I closed it. It's almost ten. Damn. Later then I thought.

Ever so quietly, because I can't seem to pull myself away, I lean over and place my ear up against her door. Static air. You know, the kind you hear when an old tv turns off? Complete silence….and then, movement. The bed creaked, softly. Padding of feet against the hardwood floors. She's awake.

I pulled away from the door, face already flushed and briskly made my way downstairs. I half expected her to open it as I walked away.

She didn't.

The first thing I hear, as I round the corner at the bottom of the stairs, is Libby.

"Oh my god! Lexi, you are beautiful!" She boasted, pulling the tall brazilian women into a hug.

She reciprocated, smiling politely. She had long black hair, tied into two pigtail braids. Perfectly tan skin that seemed to glow in the patch of sunlight that poured in from the window. Thick lips, long lashes. Deep brown eyes, curious, but playful. Wearing nothing but blue jean shorts and a thin black crop top. She had one hell of an ass, that was for sure. I couldn't help my eyes as they trailed over her backside. Standing next to her, hand in hers, with a mop fully of curly red hair and already sunburnt skin, was Carl.

"Ela disse, você é linda." He turned towards Lexi as he spoke.

Understanding his words, Lexi smiled brighter. "Oh!" She chuckled. "No...no...you….uh….you are….too kind…"

She spoke in very broken English. A thick accent rolling off of her tongue.

Libby didn't seem to care. "No! I mean it! God, Carl. You are a very lucky man."

He squeezed her hand a little tighter. I've never seen him smile this big before. "I am..I really, really am."

"Dude, and you speak Portuguese now?!" Sheen called over, sitting on one of the bar stools, eating what looked to be waffles.

"You can thank, Lex." Carl laughed. "She taught me most of what I know."

"I can barely speak Spanish. And it's my first language." Sheen said, taking a large bit of his food.

"Sheen, you can barely speak English." Libby pointed out.

Lexi and Carl laughed as Libby waltzed around the counter island to place a kiss on the top of his head, before heading back to the stove. Still wearing an apron, splattered with waffle mix. Her black hair was pulled high into a bun, a red bandana tie around. I walked further into the kitchen, and it was then, that Carl noticed me.

"Hey! You actually came!"

All eyes fell onto me as I awkwardly made my way to the barstool next to Sheen. "Yeah. I figured I could use the vacation."

"See...that's what I told you man! I knew you'd come around." He patted me on the back. "This is Lexi, by the way. I don't think you guys have officially met."

I turned my head to see her staring at me. A thin smile across her lips. Brown eyes trailing over me, and it was then I realized I had never put a shirt on. I suddenly felt self-conscious. It only lasted a second, as she moved her sight back to mine the moment I noticed her staring.

"It's….uh….It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand.

"Jimmy." Carl added in. "This is Jimmy."

"Jimmy." She repeated, still outstretching her hand.

I met her hand. Mine was significantly more sweaty than hers. She seemed to notice. "Hi. Nice to meet you too, Lexi."

She let go just as Libby called over her shoulder. "What do you want, Jimmy? Pancakes or waffles? Or eggs. I can do eggs, too."

"Oh! Libbs makes the best over-easy eggs." Sheen waggled his brows, a mouthful of food hindering his words.

"Alright, yeah." I nodded. "I'll have that. Over-easy eggs."

"I'll have some, too."

Her voice came from behind me, but I could already hear the sultry smile across her face. Light footsteps and perfume carried over to where I was sitting. I tensed. Sitting up straight as Sheen looked over his shoulder, curiously. But I already knew who it was the second her words graced the air.

"Cin!" Libby said, still at work with the food on the stove. "How'd you sleep?"

She sauntered up next to me. Her arm brushing against mine as she leaned against the counter. She didn't make any attempt to sit down at the barstool, just hovering over it. I caught her blond hair in my peripheral vision. Down. Long blond ringlets and curls that fell to the middle of her back.

"Great." A slight chuckle. "Those beds are far more comfortable then my shitty mattress back home."

I didn't look at her. I kept my eyesight set staring down at the marbled counter in front of me. There were four different colors. Brown, light brown, white and grey. All mixing and swirling together. I always wondered how they made marble. It's so interesting. I'd love to maybe watch a-

"What about you?" She looked right at me. Already so close, I could feel her breath on my lips. She's smiling, I know she is. "How'd you sleep?"

"I didn't." My words came before I could stop them.

"You didn't sleep?" Sheen asked, confused. "Why?"

"Yeah." Cindy cocked her head. She leaned into me further. Her skin is so soft. "Why?"

I turned my head and looked at her, despite my subconscious screaming; don't. And for the first time since everything that happened last night, I met her dead in the eyes. Already, she knew the answer to my question. Lips turning upward in a grin.

"I was distracted."

"Distracted?" Her voice was like a lullaby hinted with sin. "What distracted you?"

My eyes flicked down to her chest, briefly. She had on a really low cut tank top. "Things."

She noticed my eyes and bit her lip. And for a moment, I forgot that there were other people around watching us shamelessly flirt at the breakfast counter.

"Coffee?" Sheen's voice is what caused both of us to pull away from each other. I swear she was blushing.

Cindy stuttered. "Uh-oh yeah. Sure."

Libby came over and placed my breakfast plate in front of me, before doing the same for Cindy. I forced a smile. "Thanks Libbs."

She just gave me a suspicious look. "No problem. Anyone else want anything?"

"Oh no, me and Lex ate on the drive over. Trust me, we're good." Carl laughed.

"Perfect." Libby started to clean up the stove as Sheen handed a hot cup of coffee to Cindy.

"Alright, so what's the plan today?" Sheen asked excitedly.

"Well," Libby started to undo her apron. "I figured after breakfast, we all get ready and head down to the beach! It's a beautiful day out and we have an entire ocean right in our backyard!"

Lexi glanced at Carl, a wide smile across her lips. "Faz muito tempo que não vejo o oceano!"

"Sounds good to me." Cindy took a sip of her coffee. "There's nothing like cake by the ocean."

"Cake? We have cake?" Sheen was like a little kid, eyes suddenly wide.

"Isn't that a song?" Carl questioned.

"It's a song about sex." I said with a mouthful.

I didn't look at her, but I know she looked at me. And before I knew it, her voice was in my ear again. "Exactly."

I tried to finish my breakfast without blushing.

Warm. Sticky. Hot.

The sun was blazing. Burning my skin before I even fully stepped out of the house. The distant sound of waves crashing against the shoreline seemed to send a peaceful breeze our way, as we trekked down the dirt and sand path, but I was far too miserable in this heat to even feel the slightest bit of tranquility.

There weren't many here, on the beach. It was technically private property, but the further down you walked, eventually you would end up on the public beach known to the locals as Galilee. Libby picked the spot to set up. Not too far from the house, but far enough to where the waves were just barely hitting our blanket. I noticed, as I looked down the shoreline, there was a long wall of rocks just a few hundred feet from us. More beach that continued on the other side, but it was hidden. I chuckled. It'd be a perfect place to go skinny dipping. No one would see, especially at night.

I sat down, annoyed and overheated already. Pulling my tee shirt over my head and tossing it to the side. My brown hair was even messier than usual. Frizzy from the humidity and curling at the nape of my neck. Sweat, already dripping down my forehead. I forgot to bring swim trunks. Or...well….I neglected to buy any because….money. So instead, I just have on my black basketball shorts. They may not be ideal, but hey, they'll get the job done.

"Jimmy! You're gonna need sunscreen. I can see you burning already!" Libby called over to me. She was standing over the cooler, applying tanning oil to her already perfect mocha skin. A strapless bathing suit top with matching bottoms. The kind that tied together at the sides. The color was a mint green. Her ass looked phenomenal, I'm not gonna lie. Sheen is one lucky son of a bitch.

I looked at my arms. Red, like the color of the blanket I'm sitting on. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

"Catch." I turned my head at the sound of her voice. And I swear, it was just like the movies where everything turned to slow motion.

She tossed me the bottle of sunscreen. Slender fingers and long arms, muscles defining in all the right places. It hovered in the air as my eyes trailed over her body. Her top was barely a top at all. Her tits (which, I never really-truly appreciated until right now) were practically falling out of her pale blue tube top. It had a bow in the center with small little rhinestones that glittered in the sun. Her cleavage was obvious, already lathered up with sunscreen and oil. Her bottoms, also matching, were high waisted. Showing off the lines of her pelvic bone and creating a near perfect sight of her lifted ass.

The bottle hit the sand in front of the blanket. I didn't catch it.

"Shit." I muttered, tearing my eyes away from her as I grabbed the, now sandy, sunscreen bottle.

Cindy smirked, tying her long blond hair into a messy bun. "I said catch."

I wiped the bottle against the blanket. "Yeah. I heard you."

"Did you?" She rose a brow. "Your eyes say otherwise."

I looked up at her again. She had her hip out as she stood in front of me. Both of her arms above her head as she twisted her hair with the elastic. The position of the sun made her glow with a radiance that only seemed suited for an angel. My sight trailed over the bit of skin that disappeared into her bathing suit bottoms.

My dick is hard.

"Cin, you going in now?" It was Libby's voice that startled me. Shifting my body in a way where (I hope) no one noticed the growing erection in my shorts.

"Hell yeah." Cindy looked so smug, still glancing over at me. "It's fucking hot. I need to cool off."

Me too.

Me.

Fucking.

Too.

"Hey me too!" Sheen, still partially covered in un-rubbed in sunscreen, ran after the girls as they headed for the waves.

Carl gave a kiss to Lexi before she also headed after them. He sat down in the beach chair next to me. Plopping down with a huff. His curly orange hair was basically an afro in this humidity. Aviator sunglasses and a white muscle shirt and swim trunks. Grey with little stars on the bottom. Lexi must have picked them out. They matched her bikini.

"So." He turned his head and looked at me. His lips cocked up into a smirk. "You Cin, huh?"

I sighed, squirting too much sunscreen in my palm before placing it against my shoulders. "Dude. Not now."

"Oh come on!" He pressed. "I know you guys have gone out a few times, but I gotta know details."

"There are no details."

"Bullshit, there are no details." He pulled down his sunglasses and looked over them. "Spill it."

I closed the bottle and tossed it down in front of me. Streaks of white still covered my shoulders and chest. "Look. We went out a few times and we just….you know. Hung out."

A brief pause as Carl just eyed me. "Hung out with your dick balls deep?"

"We haven't slept together."

"Yet."

I rolled my eyes, still rubbing in sunscreen.

"What's the farthest you've gone?" He lowered his voice.

My eyes found her in the water. Jumping against the waves as they crashed against her. She was laughing. A smile as bright as the sun. Her tits bounced with every movement. Her bottoms were riding up her ass, to the point where it looked like she was wearing a thong. Another wave. Another jump. This time her hands went to hold her breasts, one almost slipping free. My heart stopped at that moment.

I wonder what they look like? Bare?

"I guess second base." I answered, but I never looked away from her. "I've never seen her….fully….naked."

"But you've touched her, right? That's what second base is."

"I mean…." I shifted uncomfortably. My erection still hadn't subsided in the slightest. "We've made out. I've….touched her...through her clothes. And her bra...There's only been one time where I felt….her."

A pause. "Her?"

"You know….like….her."

Another pause before Carl got the hint. "Oh! Her! You mean like….you fingered her."

"I...I mean…." A deep breath as I remembered the night at the drive in. She was so wet. "I...a little. It wasn't anything crazy…."

Carl just shook his head, a smirk wide across his lips. "I bet it was hot as fuck watching her squirm."

I chuckled. I couldn't help myself as I nodded. "Dude. You have no idea. She's so sexy."

"Who would have thought you'd land a girl like that?" He reached over and patted me on the back.

"I haven't landed anything, let's be honest. We've only gone out a few times."

"Dude, stop overthinking it. This is only the beginning."

My eyes flickered back to her. She, Libby and Lexi were all jumping together now, while Sheen seemed to be getting trampled with each wave that came. "Maybe."

"Not maybe….definitely. I have a good feeling about this."

I hesitated before saying, "You know, she was engaged.

"Engaged?" Carl just shot me a look. "To who?"

"Some guy named Simon."

There was an awkward moment of silence before Carl spoke. "Wait….Simon? Like...the Simon?"

Now this caught my attention. "What do you mean, the Simon? Do you know a Simon?"

"There's only one Simon in Boston, Dude. Or at least, only one that matters."

"What are you talking about?"

"How have you never heard of Strych? He's always all over the news."

I narrowed my eyes, squinting at him through the sun. "I don't know….Who is he?"

"Hold on." He reached down into the beach bag next to him and pulled out his phone. A few minutes of silence and waves crashing before he handed it over to me.

It was an article.

DA Strikes Again!

Simon-Eustace Strych is quickly becoming the hero Boston needs! Living up to his father's name, it's obvious that the sky's the limit for this young DA. Already putting thousands of criminals away, who knows what he'll accomplish in the years to come?

"Wait….He's a DA?"

"He's not just a DA, he's the best DA. His father was chief of the state."

I shook my head, handing the phone back to Carl. "I doubt her Simon is this Simon. It's probably just a coincidence."

"I don't know man…" Carl took the phone and tossed it back into the bag. "I've been in Boston for a while, and I've never met or heard of any other Simon then him."

I sighed. "I mean….Simon is a pretty common name. And Boston has a population of over half a million…."

"Listen, I'm just sayin…..It's possible." Carl shrugged.

Another wave. Another laugh echoed through the warm breeze. Her blond hair was falling out of the bun she had hoisted up. Her wet skin glistened like diamonds under the sun.

Simon-Eustace Strych.

Hm.

Sounds like a douche bag.

The stars were bright. A new moon. Jupiter visible, the brightest of them all. Orion, right above the ocean. The big dipper, to the left. I sat on my bed, peering out the window. A soft wind caressing my face as I leaned against the pane. Hand on my cheek, brown hair falling into my sleepy eyes. Tired. I was so tired, but for some reason, I just couldn't fall asleep.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. After the beach trip, we headed back into the house and made dinner. Libby, again, proving that she is the best cook I've ever graced the presence of, and once again, Sheen is one lucky son of a bitch. It was Carl's idea to play some dumb game of Monopoly afterwards. I won. Obviously. I honestly don't even know why the other's try. It's not that hard to just manage your money and properties and don't trade ANYTHING.

It was a close game though, I'm not gonna lie. Cindy came in second. At the end, after everyone had gone bankrupt, it was just me and her. And I've realized, after that game, that she's extremely competitive. I mean, I knew she had it in her….I could tell by her personality. But my god, she took this shit so seriously, for a second I thought we were playing for broke. She seemed a little pissy, after my victory. Rolling her eyes like a sore loser child and downing another shot of tequila. I didn't even realize she had gone upstairs until I walked by her room to hear her on the phone with someone.

I could swear I heard Simon's name….But...I could just be going crazy.

It's late now. If I had to guess, sometime after 11. My phone is dead and currently charging on the side table next to the bed. I have a little bit of a headache, probably from the lack of sleep, and my lips feel dry. My brain is wired right now. Buzzing back and forth between all different types of information. Work. School. Money. Sex. Cindy. Simon-

Simon.

I keep thinking about that article. About what Carl said. What if it is the same Simon? What if she was engaged to a DA? Not that that's a huge deal or anything…..but that would mean….she, at some point, had some level of fame and wealth. I mean, she did pay a hundred dollars at our dinner for that bottle of Vodka...And….her car….her car is really nice for a college student who lives in a run-down Apartment Complex and works at a diner…..

What if she was engaged to Simon-Eustace Strych? What if she was almost the wife of one of the most famous DA's in all of Boston? And….what happened? Why isn't she engaged anymore? What led to the break up? How long ago was the break up?...

And...and…

Why did she get arrested?

If she was engaged to the DA…..Why was she arrested?

What did she do?

I heard the softest noise come from her side of the wall. I turned and glanced over my shoulder, curious. A few moments passed before I moved my attention back to the window, and it was then, that I saw her. Briskly walking through the backyard and towards the path to the beach. Her hair was down. Golden curls all falling down to the middle of her back. Grey shorts and a tank top, from what I could see. She wiped her eyes. She was crying.

I got up and left my room.

Her door was open as I walked by. Her bag, torn apart with clothes everywhere. Littering her bed and floor. I had to resist the urge to be nosy as I continued by. Padding down the stairs and quietly making my way out of the house as well, I followed her trail until I was standing, both bare feet in the sand, on the beach. It was completely empty. The only sounds from the waves crashing against the shore.

I sighed, a little frustrated to not see her in sight. But as I turned my head, I noticed footprints in the sand. The high tide from earlier made them stand out. They were headed towards that wall of rocks I spotted earlier.

I followed them.

I saw her clothes first. Tossed haphazardly on the wall, like she was in a hurry. No shoes, and no phone. Just her tank top and shorts. And of course, those black lacy panties, I've only once before. They were the same pair that she wore to the drive in. I almost ripped them off of her then. And now, here they are. Just sitting alone, discarded.

More footprints lead down to the shore, and that's when I saw her. Blond hair soaked, but pushed back behind her ears. Standing under the starlit sky, head tilted upwards. The curve of her ass and hips had me breathless. Her breasts and wet skin caused a stutter in my chest. She had the most perfect nipples. Not too big, not to perky. Just...perfect. And her bust was of decent size, that I already knew. (I've stared at them enough to know she had a lot going on under those bra's of hers).

I was in a trance. Simply mesmerized by her naked body, reflecting against the ocean water.

God, she's beautiful. She's perfect.

How could Simon ever toss her away?

"You know, if you're going to stare at me, you can at least be discrete about it."

The heat in my cheeks was instant. Awkward, I turned my head away from her, stuttering. "I...uh...sorry. I...I just….I saw you come down here...and...you….you looked upset. I didn't know...I didn't know you….sorry, I should go."

I began to back away, my feet already getting stuck in the sand, before her voice caused me to freeze.

"Don't." It was soft, but firm. A little bit of a crack as she continued. "Don't go. Please."

A long pause as I exhaled. My lips were suddenly even more dry then before. "Are you ok?" I didn't look at her.

I heard her own exhale before her response. "No."

Now I was worried. "What's wrong?"

"Come."

Confused, I forced myself to look back in her direction. She was sitting on the sand now, the waves crashing against her legs. Blond hair still soaked, but out of her face. Her green eyes connected with my blues. No words were exchanged. Just a look that made me melt from the inside out.

I was walking towards her before my brain could even possibly reject her invitation.

Standing over her, I looked down. My eyes trying their best to not stare at her naked chest. She rose her brows and gestured next to her. "Are you gonna sit?"

"Uh. Yeah."

I didn't move.

She chuckled under her breath, reaching up and tugging on my hand. "Come on, you idiot."

She pulled me down to the sand.

"What do you think?" She asked, head tilted up at the stars.

"Huh?" I cocked my head, confused.

"What do you think is out there?" She motioned towards the sky. "It can't just be us. Look at these stars. These planets...This galaxy...There has to be more out there. It can't just be this…."

My science boner kicked in, unintentionally. "Well...there is. It's been proven. Not only do we speculate that there's been life on Mars, previously, but we have a sneaking suspicion there's beings somewhere in Andromeda."

"Andromeda?"

I pointed up. "You see that small smudge of light? Amongst all the others? That's Andromeda."

Cindy stared up in awe. Green eyes glossy, reflecting the stars. "Imagine traveling to another galaxy?" She turned her head and looked at me. She's so close, I could feel her breath against my lips. "That's the dream, isn't it?"

I laughed, awkwardly. "Yeah." I whispered. "That's the dream."

"So you DO believe in aliens?"

I laughed harder. "I mean...I believe in life other than humans, yes. I'm a scientist, after all. But...I don't believe in….the world's depictions of aliens."

"So that's a no on Marvin the Martian?"

"I'm afraid so, yes." We both laughed.

A brief pause as she just looked at me. My heart was in my throat as she whispered, "Why do you want me?"

I licked my lips nervously. I whispered back. "There's a lot of answers to that question."

She scooted closer to me. Her bare thigh pressed against mine, still clothed with my sweat pants. "Tell me."

"I…." My heart is racing. "I want….your skin….your touch….your breath….your lips...your heat…."

"Is that all? Is that all you want? Is that all your after?"

I shook my head, viciously. "No. No, Cindy...Not at all...I want...I.." I reached over and slowly found my fingers to the back of her head. Twisting within her hair as I continued to whisper. "I want your laugh. Your smile. Your hand. Your voice. Your heart…..Your love…..Just….you."

Her lips were impossibly close to mine. I want to kiss her. "But…." She closed her eyes. "You don't know me….You don't know the real me. Not really….You won't want her. You won't want that Cindy."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know." A single tear fell down her cheek. "That Cindy is selfish. That Cindy is bitter. That Cindy is broken. That Cindy is…...so very sick."

I wiped the tear, slowly with my thumb. "Are you afraid of her?"

"Terrified."

"Why?"

A long pregnant pause. "Do you remember what I said? On our first date?"

"You said a lot of things that night."

"But do you remember when you asked me if I did this often? By inviting men in when I don't wanna be alone? Do you remember what I said?"

I nodded before whispering, "Only when I'm manic."

Another pause. "That's why I'm afraid of her."

The waves were soaking the bottoms of my pants, but I was far too focused on her to care. "You can't let her control you."

A sigh. "I'm trying."

"But it's ok….to be afraid of her." I reassured. "It's normal."

Cindy chuckled. "There's nothing normal about me. I'm crazy."

"You're not." My voice was stern. "Don't ever call yourself that."

She opened her mouth, but the words never came. Whatever she was about to say, dying in her throat. Another sigh, followed by silence. Before finally, slowly, she spoke. "Why did you follow me out here?"

I blinked. "I told you. I saw you from my window….and...it looked like you were upset...and I wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Oh so you were spying on me?"

I couldn't tell if she was serious or not. "Wh-what? No...no. I was already just looking out the window."

"You said you want my heat?" She breathed, leaning into me. Her lips hovered right above mine. Just barley grazing. "My touch. My skin…."

"I…."

She shifted, and in one swift moment she was straddling me. Both of her hands went to the sides of my face. I gasped as she ground her hips downwards. "What if I'm extending you an invitation?"

I shivered, but I was nowhere near cold. "Right…..right now?"

"I don't see a better time. And besides," She kissed me. The rest of words drowned out against my mouth. "Don't you wanna have cake by the ocean?"

I chuckled.

She's right.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me.

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