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And fuck, I’m hard again.
It.
Cute.
“Yes.” I smile. “Every day. Three times a day. Is that good enough?”
Her delicious lips stretch in a grin, and I’m thinking that I will probably push it and fuck her pretty mouth if I stay longer in bed.
I lean over and kiss her, slowly sucking on her lower lip.
I can’t get enough of her.
“Petal, you are trouble,” I murmur.
“I thought we figured out that’s you, not me.”
She giggles. For a moment, the words jerk me into the past. She doesn’t know how right she is.
But then, she licks her lips, gazing at me seductively. She knows exactly what she is doing.
Tease.
She kisses me back playfully. And, fuck, she can touch me as much as she wants if I can have more of her.
The waves outside crash softly against the shore. The seagulls ka-kaw in the distance. The jungle around the cabin is the usual morning cacophony of crazy birds and insects.
It’s barely past dawn—my favorite time when nature is waking up but the people are still asleep. So are their shitty attitudes and fucked-up plans.
Callie rests her chin on my chest, her fingers stroking thegoodpart of it.
My fingers brush up and down her spine, feeling the texture of her skin. I focus on my senses. Inhale her scent. Feel her warm body press tightly against mine.
In another life, we could’ve been a couple.Thiscould’ve been a romantic getaway. I could have been a national champion with a bright future, taking her out to dinners, laughing at jokes, having beers with friends on Friday nights, and working a stellar job by day.
For a moment, Callie’s blue eyes make the world around me disappear. They take me back to the time when she danced like no one was looking, batted her eyelashes at me, and laughed effortlessly. When we were the kings of the world. Young. Indestructible. Fearless. Our future was bright and clear. Because we knew that, no matter how much we fucked up, we could always start fresh. We were invincible, or so it seemed.
That very night of the Block Party proved me wrong.
And in two years, life showed the entire world that it can take one crazy finger to destroy everything you knew and loved.
Maybe, that’s why I don’t want to let her go. Besides the feelings and all that emotional shit that simmers inside me lately, Callie reminds me that life can be bearable again. With hope and purpose. Like I just got a second chance.
She seems to sense my uneasy thoughts and cocks her head just slightly, her long blond hair shifting across my bare chest. She reaches my face with her hand and traces the outline of my eyebrows, then my nose.
“Where do you go this early in the mornings?” she asks dreamily.
She knows.
“Out and about,” I answer lazily.
I know she’s been getting up as early as me almost every day. I’d like to think it’s on purpose.
She runs her fingers across my lips next, and I feel like kissing her every fingertip. I melt like chocolate under the sun at her touch. This girl is doing something wicked to me.
There is hesitation in her eyes. She wants to touch me more, in other places, and is afraid. So I lean over and kiss the corner of her lips, then her jaw, cheek, and temple. It makes my heart flutter like I am a fucking schoolboy. But I feel like doing it, and fuck it if I look cheesy. Because tomorrow, the world might go to hell. If it does, I want to spend my last minutes with this girl right here.
Callie is taken aback by my too-tender kisses. She giggles, hiding her face in my chest, but then lunges upward, cups my face, and kisses me like we are lovers who haven’t seen each other in forever.
