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evenings.”
“So there’s no girlfriend…?”
I watched his face for any flicker of a lie. “No girlfriend, Danni.”
I breathed a sigh of relief I wasn’t entitled to. “A boyfriend?” I teased.
“No, no boyfriend.” He cleared his throat. “I like my own space, as you can probably tell.”
“Didn’t really get that impression on the beach just now.” I rolled over and brushed the hair from his big eyes. “You fuck me like you’re starved, you know.”
“I am starved. Of you.”
“Oh.” The blush seared my cheeks. “I…I don’t want to go home tomorrow.”
“I wish you could stay longer too, baby, but I…it’s probably for the best.” He offered me his arm and I nestled into the crook of it. “It feels safe to play like this here, but it isn’t. Not really.”
“Not safe, or we’re not really playing?”
He sighed. “Both.”
The admission dragged through the air, rushed into my skin. Marched up to my brain and pounded the door in a temper: IDIOTS.
“There’s this song I like,” I said, “by Dexter’s Noose. It’s about how the most beautiful things sometimes only last a day…but they die just as painfully as something with a much longer lifespan.”
“Woah.” He frowned. “That’s pretty deep.”
“Seems fitting.”
“Maybe.” He was quiet for a moment. “This is out of our hands. We just—we can’t last longer than a few days.”
“Our little secret, then,” I murmured.
“Can’t be anything else.” He toyed with my ponytail. “I’d love to have you again sometime this summer, though, if you like.”
“Really?”
He bent to kiss me, his tongue cool from the ice of his cider. “Really.”
“I’d like that.” I licked the bruise on his bottom lip. “What am I going to do about Esmé?”
He tipped my chin up and studied my eyes. “Don’t do something stupid on my account, okay? We can’t be together like that.” Another sigh, from somewhere heavy in his chest. “Not even if we want to.”
“The want part, though,” I said forlornly. “That’s the problem.”
“We should set some rules. Make it easy on ourselves.”
“Like what?”
“Well…I’m pretty hard to get a hold of down here, anyway. Maybe we shouldn’t talk unless it’s serious. I’ll give you my number in case you have any more issues with your Mum…you’ll have to promise not to use it otherwise.” He outlined a nipple through my dress. “Does that sound fair?”
“Sucky, but fair.” I wanted to cry, actually, but I couldn’t bear for him to see it. Felt stupid for it, too. “Do you want mine?”
“Yeah, ‘course.” He squeezed me. “Come on. Let’s get in before it goes too chilly. You’re off tomorrow. I want an early night.”
“Oh?” I smiled up at him.
“To bed with you, Miss Warren. I have plans. Intricate, filthy plans involving root vegetables and a cattle prod. Possibly a goat.”
We made love twice before sleep held us rigid against each other, and when the citrus sunrise poured through the curtains, he was already kissing my neck.
Chapter Five
Monday mornings were always crap, but this one excelled itself in shittery.
Still sore from Gabe’s midnight…erm…feast, I packed away my clothes and toiletries, my suitcase closing with a squeak of the zip. He’d made pancakes but I was too jittery to stomach them, and I paced about the cabin instead, checking the time on my phone every few minutes.
“Anyone would think you were wishing away our last hour,” he complained.
“ What if she just looks at us, and she sees ?” I shuddered with panic. “Mums are good at that sort of thing.”
“Danni.” He took me in his arms and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m like your uncle. She thinks you’re gay. It doesn’t get much safer than that, theoretically speaking. She’s not going to take one look at you and ask you how much cock you’ve had this weekend.”
“Good job too.” I smirked into his kiss. “I guess
“So there’s no girlfriend…?”
I watched his face for any flicker of a lie. “No girlfriend, Danni.”
I breathed a sigh of relief I wasn’t entitled to. “A boyfriend?” I teased.
“No, no boyfriend.” He cleared his throat. “I like my own space, as you can probably tell.”
“Didn’t really get that impression on the beach just now.” I rolled over and brushed the hair from his big eyes. “You fuck me like you’re starved, you know.”
“I am starved. Of you.”
“Oh.” The blush seared my cheeks. “I…I don’t want to go home tomorrow.”
“I wish you could stay longer too, baby, but I…it’s probably for the best.” He offered me his arm and I nestled into the crook of it. “It feels safe to play like this here, but it isn’t. Not really.”
“Not safe, or we’re not really playing?”
He sighed. “Both.”
The admission dragged through the air, rushed into my skin. Marched up to my brain and pounded the door in a temper: IDIOTS.
“There’s this song I like,” I said, “by Dexter’s Noose. It’s about how the most beautiful things sometimes only last a day…but they die just as painfully as something with a much longer lifespan.”
“Woah.” He frowned. “That’s pretty deep.”
“Seems fitting.”
“Maybe.” He was quiet for a moment. “This is out of our hands. We just—we can’t last longer than a few days.”
“Our little secret, then,” I murmured.
“Can’t be anything else.” He toyed with my ponytail. “I’d love to have you again sometime this summer, though, if you like.”
“Really?”
He bent to kiss me, his tongue cool from the ice of his cider. “Really.”
“I’d like that.” I licked the bruise on his bottom lip. “What am I going to do about Esmé?”
He tipped my chin up and studied my eyes. “Don’t do something stupid on my account, okay? We can’t be together like that.” Another sigh, from somewhere heavy in his chest. “Not even if we want to.”
“The want part, though,” I said forlornly. “That’s the problem.”
“We should set some rules. Make it easy on ourselves.”
“Like what?”
“Well…I’m pretty hard to get a hold of down here, anyway. Maybe we shouldn’t talk unless it’s serious. I’ll give you my number in case you have any more issues with your Mum…you’ll have to promise not to use it otherwise.” He outlined a nipple through my dress. “Does that sound fair?”
“Sucky, but fair.” I wanted to cry, actually, but I couldn’t bear for him to see it. Felt stupid for it, too. “Do you want mine?”
“Yeah, ‘course.” He squeezed me. “Come on. Let’s get in before it goes too chilly. You’re off tomorrow. I want an early night.”
“Oh?” I smiled up at him.
“To bed with you, Miss Warren. I have plans. Intricate, filthy plans involving root vegetables and a cattle prod. Possibly a goat.”
We made love twice before sleep held us rigid against each other, and when the citrus sunrise poured through the curtains, he was already kissing my neck.
Chapter Five
Monday mornings were always crap, but this one excelled itself in shittery.
Still sore from Gabe’s midnight…erm…feast, I packed away my clothes and toiletries, my suitcase closing with a squeak of the zip. He’d made pancakes but I was too jittery to stomach them, and I paced about the cabin instead, checking the time on my phone every few minutes.
“Anyone would think you were wishing away our last hour,” he complained.
“ What if she just looks at us, and she sees ?” I shuddered with panic. “Mums are good at that sort of thing.”
“Danni.” He took me in his arms and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m like your uncle. She thinks you’re gay. It doesn’t get much safer than that, theoretically speaking. She’s not going to take one look at you and ask you how much cock you’ve had this weekend.”
“Good job too.” I smirked into his kiss. “I guess
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