Page 41 of Tension

“You feel that? That’s all because of you. Only my Honey can make me cum like this.”

CHRIS

Being back in Clam Shell only reminded me that I missed Saint Cloud even more than I thought.

My last week went by fast. I made a lot of good connections here, but it’s not home.

The good thing about being a traveling nurse was the traveling. I don’t think that desire will ever leave me. Maybe when I decide to settle down and have kids, even then I still plan to travel; it'll just look different.

I wanted to enjoy my last night in Clam Shell, so I was headed down to the boardwalk to just walk around and have some fun.

Vel:

Wyd, Honeydew?

Chris:

Headed out for my last night here.

Vel:

What's the plan?

Chris:

Going to the boardwalk. I've really been enjoying my own company, but it would be nice to spend this beautiful night with someone.

Vel:

You could walk out of your hotel and find the man of your dreams. Keep an open mind.

I didn't text back.

It was little things like that that made me doubt the feeling Vel and I had for each other.

I made my way out of my hotel, second-guessing my clothing choices. Walking around in tight jean shorts with my thighs rubbing together for a long period of time was never a good idea.

But my ass looked great. The shorts were high-waisted, and I paired them with a crop top. At least I did a light face, wore my natural curls, and had on some cute walking shoes.

Someone was standing in the shadows of one of the hotel pillars. The silhouette looked familiar.

I started to walk away, then he turned around.

My reaction caught me off guard, but I didn’t stop myself.

I ran to him.

He opened his arms wide and caught me, lifting me into him.

Our lips met without hesitation.

I held the side of his face; his beard felt great against my soft hands.

His arms tightened around me as we deepened the kiss.

We pulled back to look at each other, still in our embrace.

“Are you the man of my dreams?” I asked Vel.