Meetings. Something. I don’t want to be this… numb thing raising a child.”
Hadley turned. Looked up at me.
“That’s a start.”
I nodded. “What about you? What do you want? After all this.”
She exhaled slow. “I want to leave California. Oregon maybe. Small town. Get my GED. Go to community college. Become a social worker,
help kids like I was. Or open a bakery. Something with dough and sugar and quiet mornings.”
I pictured it. Her in an apron. Flour on her cheek. Eli helping. A kid running around.
“Sounds nice,” I said.
“Yeah.”
We sat until the sky went dark. Stars out. Waves steady.
Back in our room, king bed, sheer curtains moving in the breeze, I kissed her slow.
She kissed back. Hands in my hair.
I peeled her sundress off. Kissed her shoulders. Neck. Down to her breasts, heavier now, nipples dark and sensitive. I took one in my mouth. Sucked gently. She gasped.
“Cal…”
I laid her back. Kissed her stomach. Lingered there. Felt a kick against my lips.
Whispered, “Hey, kid.”
She laughed softly.
I moved lower. Spread her thighs. Kissed the inside. Then higher.
Tongue flat against her clit. Slow circles. Then faster. Sucked. Slid two fingers inside, curved them. Rubbed that spot while my tongue worked.
She arched. “Oh God, don’t stop,”
Her hips rocked. Fingers tight in my hair. She came shaking, thighs clamping, quiet cry muffled into her arm.
I climbed up. Kissed her deep. She tasted herself on my tongue.
She reached down. Undid my shorts. Shoved them off. Wrapped her hand around me. Stroked slow.
“Inside,” she whispered.
I settled between her legs. Rubbed the head through her wetness. Pushed in slow, inch by inch, until I was deep.
We both groaned.
I moved. Long thrusts. Then faster. Deeper. Bed creaking softly.
She wrapped her legs around me.
“Harder."
I gave it. Skin slapping. Sweat slicking us.
