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to me, putting a warm, heavy leg across mine. My eyes drifted closed, even as I thought again that I shouldn’t stay.
Comfort is a powerful sedative.
Chapter 11
Kai
I bolted up, gasping, my body slippery with sweat. I had dreamt of the crash again, the smell of burning metal in my nose, the taste of it at the back of my throat, threatening to choke me.
I looked over at Sage. It was strange to see her there. I’d never brought a woman home with me. I’d left all of them in the middle of the night at apartments or houses I’d convinced them to bring me to, but this was a woman I didn’t want to leave.
I wasn’t sure why.
Her hair flowed across the pillow like a mermaid under water. Her face was turned away from me, and her breathing was even and deep. Sage was exceptionally beautiful, but it wasn’t her looks that intrigued me.
I got out of bed, careful not to disturb her.
When Sage came into the café for the first time I thought she appeared tragic. I noticed a sadness about her, and wanted to play her a song that would make her smile. I had no idea the song I chose would cause her to leave.
When she came back the following night, I felt something. Hope, maybe.
I’d been traveling for years, with no desire to stay put. One woman had been as good as the next, but I wanted Sage for more than a single night.
I scratched my chest as I opened the cupboard, pulled out a cup, and filled it with water. Taking a drink, I turned when I heard footsteps behind me. My shirt covered the tops of Sage’s thighs and clung to her breasts, and I could see her nipples, the color of a coral starfish. Her long hair hung down her back in soft waves, fair skin flushed pink. She walked to me, and I wrapped my arms around her as she placed her head in the crook of my neck like she was made for the spot. I breathed her in—she smelled warm, like a spring afternoon in Monteagle.
“Did I wake you?”
“No,” she mumbled into my chest, her mouth close to my brand.
All the women I had slept with asked about it—I gave them different answers every time, but for once, I wanted to speak the truth, wondering if I still could. But not now.
I cupped her head in my hands, tugging on her hair to make her look at me. My mouth claimed hers; I needed to feel her moving beneath me as I lost myself in her. Only then were my demons at bay.
I wondered about hers.
I took her back to the twin bed, laid her down, and covered her with my body. Her fingers trailed down my arms and gripped my shoulders as I thrust into her, making us one.
This time, we made love, the savage beast of guilt slumbering. This time, it was just for us.
•••
“Don’t you guys get bored?” I ask.
Tristan and Reece exchange a look as Tristan passes Reece the hand rolled cigarette. “Bored?” Tristan queries. “What do you mean?”
“I hate shoes,” Reece grumbles, wiggling his bare toes.
“Why do we keep meeting here?” I wonder aloud.
“You tell us,” Tristan says.
“I thought this was your favorite place?” Reece points out. The sun glides up over the mountains. It’s quiet, serene—the silver lake is always placid.
“It is,” I state. “But it’s—”
“A painful reminder of home?” Tristan finishes.
I nod, picking up a twig and snapping it.
“You going to tell us about the girl?” Reece demands, taking another long drag of the cigarette.
Tristan raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, is it serious?”
“We just met.”
“That’s a ‘yes’.” Tristan grins.
“Think she’ll make you happy?” Reece asks.
“Yeah.”
“Think she’ll make you a better man?”
“Hopefully.”
“Does she make you reflect?”
“She is my mirror.”
Tristan is thoughtful, and then he smiles. “I don’t have a reflection anymore.”
“Time to go,” Reece says, rising. “Take it easy, Kai.”
I watch my two best friends walk down the path, their bodies disappearing before my eyes. Sighing, I look at the sky and then descend the
Comfort is a powerful sedative.
Chapter 11
Kai
I bolted up, gasping, my body slippery with sweat. I had dreamt of the crash again, the smell of burning metal in my nose, the taste of it at the back of my throat, threatening to choke me.
I looked over at Sage. It was strange to see her there. I’d never brought a woman home with me. I’d left all of them in the middle of the night at apartments or houses I’d convinced them to bring me to, but this was a woman I didn’t want to leave.
I wasn’t sure why.
Her hair flowed across the pillow like a mermaid under water. Her face was turned away from me, and her breathing was even and deep. Sage was exceptionally beautiful, but it wasn’t her looks that intrigued me.
I got out of bed, careful not to disturb her.
When Sage came into the café for the first time I thought she appeared tragic. I noticed a sadness about her, and wanted to play her a song that would make her smile. I had no idea the song I chose would cause her to leave.
When she came back the following night, I felt something. Hope, maybe.
I’d been traveling for years, with no desire to stay put. One woman had been as good as the next, but I wanted Sage for more than a single night.
I scratched my chest as I opened the cupboard, pulled out a cup, and filled it with water. Taking a drink, I turned when I heard footsteps behind me. My shirt covered the tops of Sage’s thighs and clung to her breasts, and I could see her nipples, the color of a coral starfish. Her long hair hung down her back in soft waves, fair skin flushed pink. She walked to me, and I wrapped my arms around her as she placed her head in the crook of my neck like she was made for the spot. I breathed her in—she smelled warm, like a spring afternoon in Monteagle.
“Did I wake you?”
“No,” she mumbled into my chest, her mouth close to my brand.
All the women I had slept with asked about it—I gave them different answers every time, but for once, I wanted to speak the truth, wondering if I still could. But not now.
I cupped her head in my hands, tugging on her hair to make her look at me. My mouth claimed hers; I needed to feel her moving beneath me as I lost myself in her. Only then were my demons at bay.
I wondered about hers.
I took her back to the twin bed, laid her down, and covered her with my body. Her fingers trailed down my arms and gripped my shoulders as I thrust into her, making us one.
This time, we made love, the savage beast of guilt slumbering. This time, it was just for us.
•••
“Don’t you guys get bored?” I ask.
Tristan and Reece exchange a look as Tristan passes Reece the hand rolled cigarette. “Bored?” Tristan queries. “What do you mean?”
“I hate shoes,” Reece grumbles, wiggling his bare toes.
“Why do we keep meeting here?” I wonder aloud.
“You tell us,” Tristan says.
“I thought this was your favorite place?” Reece points out. The sun glides up over the mountains. It’s quiet, serene—the silver lake is always placid.
“It is,” I state. “But it’s—”
“A painful reminder of home?” Tristan finishes.
I nod, picking up a twig and snapping it.
“You going to tell us about the girl?” Reece demands, taking another long drag of the cigarette.
Tristan raises his eyebrows. “Yeah, is it serious?”
“We just met.”
“That’s a ‘yes’.” Tristan grins.
“Think she’ll make you happy?” Reece asks.
“Yeah.”
“Think she’ll make you a better man?”
“Hopefully.”
“Does she make you reflect?”
“She is my mirror.”
Tristan is thoughtful, and then he smiles. “I don’t have a reflection anymore.”
“Time to go,” Reece says, rising. “Take it easy, Kai.”
I watch my two best friends walk down the path, their bodies disappearing before my eyes. Sighing, I look at the sky and then descend the
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