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Brooklyn’s lips might be my favorite thing about her, right after her quirky sense of humor, her love of animals, her perfect tits, her amazing ass, her pink?—
She pulls away from my kiss, and I see why: an elderly couple are walking our way down the shore, holding hands.
Fucking adorable cockblockers. Flaunting a long and happily married life and therefore highlighting the transience of our ‘no labels’ whatever-it-is.
Damn it. I’ve been yo-yoing from happy to heavy-hearted all day long, and all for the stupidest reason: I’m really, really enjoying my time with Brooklyn… who is leaving soon.
Why can’t this be like riding a great wave? When I do that, I live in the moment, enjoying being with one the ocean and the world. What I don’t do is mourn the fact that the wave is about to disappear—because all waves do.
Brooklyn clears her throat. “Shouldn’t we head back? The ride here was pretty long.”
Great point. “Do you want to stay here for the night?”
Shit. That was definitely my dick talking.
“Where?” Brooklyn looks around as if I were suggesting we sleep here on the beach.
And hey, if it weren’t for elderly cockblocking couples and sand sneaking into the most private of places, that option would be pretty romantic.
“The Palace?” I point in its direction. As I try to sell her on the idea, I like it more and more. “It’s actually a really cool place, so this way, we’ll cram yet another experience into this already-awesome day.” Is my cock making me sound like a travel agent? “Also, if we stay here, we can head out in the morning and be in Miami by lunch.” Yeah. It’s more efficient for the treasure hunt. My offer has nothing to do with the fact that I (and more importantly, my dick) can’t wait for the long ride back to be alone with her.
“Sure.” Brooklyn stands up. “Let’s go.”
I leap to my feet as though an angler fish has just jumped out of the ocean and threatened my blue balls. And I can’t believe my luck. When I suggested we go to the hotel, I meant after the obligatory wait for the gorgeous sunset to be over. But I’m not going to look this gift horse in the pussy.
I mean mouth.
Fucker.
Did that proverb always have undertones of bestiality?
Brooklyn grabs my hand, snapping me back to reality. Her palm is tiny in mine, and so soft and warm, making it all too easy to imagine it on my?—
“Have you stayed at the Palace before?” she asks.
I nod. “The one in New York. I was there for an investor conference organized by Octothorpe.”
She looks thoughtful at this. Is she picturing what it would have been like if I’d met her while I was at that conference? She lives in Brooklyn, so it was theoretically possible for us to have met. I went out to get pizza at?—
“Have you been to New York since?” she asks.
“Twice. At that same conference, I met Mason—a video call drinking buddy who, if he lived in Florida, would probably become my best friend.”
She grins. “I have two very close friends, and I think they each think they are my best friend, but I care for them equally.”
“To slightly paraphrase the Highlander: there can be only one best friend.”
Her grin turns impish. “Maybe I should give Jolene and Dorothy swords and have them duel for the honor.”
The rest of the way to the hotel, she tells me about her friends and how they got her this trip as a birthday present.
“I changed my mind,” I tell her when we reach the hotel door. “Both of them deserve the ‘best’ moniker.”
“Agreed,” she says, and we enter the hotel lobby, which turns out to be a carbon copy of the one in New York: same exotic birds, same mixture of different European architectural styles, and same porters dressed in capes, bicorns, and garish pantaloons.
“You were right,” Brooklyn whispers. “This was worth visiting.”
I gently squeeze her hand, which I’m still holding.
