Her lips part, body tensing as she follows me over the edge, coming all over her fingers.
For long minutes we stare at each other, my eyes taking in that glow on her skin. She’s radiant. I want to possess her, take her, claim her as mine. Her hand rests on her bare thigh, her fingers drenched in her arousal and I just…
I clasp her dainty hand in mine and bring her fingers to my lips, sucking them into my mouth. She gasps as her taste alights on my tongue, so damn sweet for me.
She lays on my chest, dozing quietly as the sun begins to rise outside of the cave, the water a tranquil and soothing sound that tries to lull me to sleep, but I wouldn’t be able to bear it, if I missed a single second of this. Her hand rests in the center of my chest, her head pressed in the soft spot between my neck and shoulder.
We ate a little after everything, and talked some more, this comfortable bubble surrounding us and then she got tired, so I let her rest on me some. Before I knew it, she had fallen asleep and I was holding her.
This perfect girl.
Someone who felt all kinds of right and yet I knew I was wrong. Wrong for her, wrong for this. Taking something that I did not deserve.
But until I leave this island, I’m not giving her back. I will continue to take, because that’s what I do. I always fucking take.
Time. Lives. Happiness.
I take it. Steal it.
I run a hand down her arm, finger grazing her skin and she mumbles something in her sleep, snuggling in deeper. Her blonde hair fans out behind her, lashes fluttering against the apples of her cheeks.
If I was destined to be alone it was only fair, I got to have this for now.
Gulls shriek as morning breaks, the sound of voices traveling into the cave from the early fishermen heading out onto the water to get the best catches.
“Ness,” I gently shake her, disappointed that our time here is coming to an end.
She grumbles.
“Time to wake up, trouble, it’s morning.”
She stretches out like a sleepy cat, turning onto her back but leaving her head on my shoulder so she’s looking at me. A sleepy smile stretches up her mouth, her hair disheveled and adorably messy. “Hi,” she rasps, voice etched with sleep.
“Good morning.”
“Did you sleep?”
“No, but you did,” I grin at her. This floor wasn’t exactly comfortable, with grit and rocks biting at my body but she’d had no trouble curling up and getting comfy.
Her cheeks warm, “Sorry.”
“I had a pleasant night watching you, Ness, don’t apologize.”
“You’re a strange one, Kolten Avery.”
“So, I have been told.” Many, many times.
She sits up and stretches some more, trying to tame her hair as well as rubbing beneath her eyes to try and dislodge some of the black smudges left behind by her mascara.
“I’ve got to go,” she tells me, quietly, “I’m on shift at the diner.”
“If I don’t get back, I’ll get the third degree from Everett,” I say, helping her to pack up the things in the cave.
“You haven’t told them, have you?” She asks.
“No.”
She nods and looks away, checking to make sure we got everything. “Thank you.” She says with her back to me, “it’s just people are nosy, and they all know I’m leaving and well you’re not sticking around, so I’d really like to not be center of everyone’s gossip.”
