Miles wasn’t supposed to come back.We all know that.When people leave the islands for the mainland, they don’t return.Miles wouldn’t have been the first person I lost to the pull of the mainland.There is more there, and the opportunities are endless, unlike the solitude and confinement of Maui.
Or at least that’s what I told myself as my heart ached and the tears fell regularly.Isaac was there, feeling the same way I was.Bonded by the trauma of losing something, we found each other.And for a while, it was good, but then the jealousy and the comparisons and the bitterness crept back in.
And none of it was from me.
If anything, I tried so damn hard to never bring Miles up, to not mention the band—the band that kicked Isaac to the curb when the record label said he was dead weight.
Miles then swooped in, going from lead singer, to lead singer and lead guitar.Taking the spot that Isaac vacated, not by choice.It was the end of it all.
Broken hearts beat the loudest.
When he doesn’t answer me, just toeing some gravel with his shoe, his eyes glaring at me, anger flaring, I say the first thing that comes to my mind.It’s something each of us have said multiple times but never sticking to it.Our trauma bond runs too deep, and it makes me sick.
“I can’t do this.”
“Why?”he asks, and for a split second, I think he feels some small bit of remorse.“Guilt over fucking him while you’re with me?”
“I never fucking cheated on you, Isaac, and I still haven’t,” I spit back, my body tense with rage.This whole fucking day has been a mess, and it started with a hangover I never should have had.I drank way too much at Nate and Sage’s to cope with Miles being there.
“You’ve cheated on me every fucking day we’ve been together.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, feeling like this is going to be my new catchphrase.
I’ve fucked up so badly, and I don’t even know what to do.
I’m not evensure what started this.Why I asked her all that shit with Isaac.
If she was with him again?
If she loved him?
She didn’t even answer my fucking questions, instead pushing my buttons in a way only she knows how, before she left me raging on the side of the road.
I’ve spent so long keeping these questions and fears bottled up inside.So long trying not to let her see how much she hurt me, how much I hate that he gets to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.So long just pretending that I don’t want her back because she is my whole fucking world.
Always has been.
“Fuck,” I mutter as Daisy’s car speeds off.
I unleash my board, tucking it under my arm as I make my way along the side of the road and back home.Thankfully, Kai isn’t here, the house silent as I head inside and straight to the bathroom.
I strip off my boardshorts, kicking them to the side as I step into the shower, the steam quickly filling the small room.My body feels wired, and I know that’s from touching her.
It’s the first time I’ve touched her like that in nearly a year, and it took every ounce of self-control I have not to keep going.To move my fingers higher, beneath her shorts and to her pussy, which I know would have been wet for me.
Groaning, I grab the soap, lathering up my hand because, of course, I’m hard, and I need to fucking jerk off.Daisy has always driven me insane, in both the good and bad way, and today was no different.
From the way she snuck out of here in the morning.
To having breakfast and then surfing with us.
To refusing to answer my fucking questions.
“Jesus,” I grunt, gripping my dick as I give it one long, hard pull.I wish she were here with me now, on her knees, and it was her lips wrapping around my cock as she sucked me off.
She’d know then that not only was her name still tattooed above it, but that there were new additions too—things she hasn’t seen because I never got a chance to show them to her.
I drop my head to the cool tile, my grip tight as I continue to stroke my dick.I know it’s not going to take long because this is the only action my dick has seen since I came back to Maui.
