She gasped as she came, soaking my cock asIthrust inside her.Igrabbed her hips so hardIwas certain she would have bruises from my fingerprints tomorrow.Electricityripped down my spine in a blaze asIunloaded inside her.Icollapsed over her bent body, breathing in her scent and kissing the salt on her skin.
She was the ocean, wild and untamed.Peacefuland calm.Teemingwith life and full of the unknown.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, thatIwould love every side of her that was and would be.
Till death do us part.
35
AURORA
700 SENSES OF SUMMER
“Isee the attachment now.I’lllook at it and then send it toLucia,”Itold my mom over the phone asIscanned thePDFshe had emailed me.
“Okay, honey.”Shesighed. “Whoknew there was so much paperwork to publish a book that’s already written?”
I laughed. “It’spretty normal, actually.Lucia’sgreat, though.She’sreally on top of things.”
“I never realized how much went on behind the scenes.Ijust thought that you . . . you know . . .”
“Just wrote a book?”
“Something like that,” she said sheepishly.
“If allIhad to do was write the books, life would be easy breezy."
“I like seeing your world.You’regood at this.Idon’t know how you balance the art and the business.Idon’t thinkIcould.”
Pride spread across my chest like creeping vines.Overthe last few weeks, my mom andIhad talked more than we ever had, even when we lived close to each other.Havingsomething to work on together was a bonding experience like no other.
. . . Especially when it had to do with legal drivel—her favorite thing—and books, which were mine.
It forced us to slow down and see where the other person thrived and what made them light up.
In a month, she was planning on taking some vacation time and renting a box truck to drive the rest of my belongings out here sinceIwas officially moving in withJack.
Life was . . . not bad.Whichwas to say, it was pretty damn good, even ifIwas still broke as hell.
Which, hopefully, wouldn’t be for much longer.
I had been picking up shifts here and there at theFish‘nFuel.HonesttoGod,Iloved it.Workingthe breakfast rush was my favorite.Iwasn’t a morning person by nature, but that’s when the fishermen came in.Theywere master storytellers and happily told me every tale of the sea.
Apart from whatImade in tips and the measly hourly wage, there was an emailIwas waiting for with bated breath that would put a large dent in my debt and ease my living situation.
My inbox dinged with an incoming email fromLucia, andIsquealed.
“Is everything okay, dear?”Momasked.
“Lucia sent me the offer.”
“Foryourbook?”
I was no stranger to offer emails, andIknew how long the road would be afterIsaid yes.Still, each time always made me feel likeIwas the main character in one of those viral college acceptance videos.
“Yeah.”
I heard her sharp breath of anticipation asIopened the email and scanned the message to get to the good part.Thezeros.
