I shrug. “Never had a job there.”
“Oh, we arefixingthat. Right after wrap.”
“You gonna find me a job there?”
Haley shakes her head and throws her arm around my shoulder. “Nope. We’re going onholiday. Because we’refriends.”
I tap my can against hers again. “I’ll drink to that.”
Haley laughs, open and free, and it’s nice to see her so relaxed.
It’s nice to be so relaxed myself.
From that point on, I don’t worry about tomorrow. There’s just laughter, the warm buzz of beer, the rhythmic hush of the ocean, the sweet sea breeze, and not a whiff of Christine.
A perfect night.
I havevague memories of trudging back to my hotel room, six beers in and beyond exhausted, then collapsing on my bed.
That ocean rises around me again, blazing red like it swallowed the sun. At the edge of awareness, a pulse goesthump.
The water drags heat along my skin, thick and syrupy, though somehow I can breathe.
Thump.The light flickers with the pulse, brighter for a moment. I try to kick, to move, but unseen tendrils wrap around my wrists, my ankles, creeping inward.
Thump.Another flicker. The bindings tighten, reaching my knees, my elbows.
Thump.Faster now. Coils wreathe my biceps, my thighs.
Thump.The pulse quickens, louder. Heat slides up my neck, caresses my jaw, and parts my lips.
Thump.I can’t breathe as the heat pours down my throat, stretching and filling.
Thump. Thump.The urgent pulse throbs at my core.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I wash up on some strange shore, body heavy against cotton-soft sand, and I need…
I need…
The dream fractures, draining away like water from a cracked tank.
I lie on my stomach, cock hard and throbbing, pinned between my body and the covers. My muscles tense.
I need to cum.
My hips slide along the mattress, sending hot sparks bursting from my core.
Shit, I think I’m even more sensitive than before.
Another long, slow thrust has me moaning into the duvet.
Fuck, I’m still wearing Christine’s clothes.
The thought is like a lightning rod, gathering all this crackling static.
I’m still wearing Christine’s clothes.
