I can feel the soft, worn wood under my legs as I sit on the railing of the boardwalk. The sun is just now rising over the ocean – vivid flecks of yellow, pink, and just a hint of lavender fill the horizon that seems so far off, and yet, I feel as if I could reach out and touch it.
And just like the colors, everything seems hazy.
I came here looking for some rest, some relaxation…some downtime.
I never expected to find anything else.
I certainly never expected to find him.
I take in a deep breath. I can almost feel the salt in the air on my tongue. It does nothing to take away the bitter taste in my mouth left over from the harsh words spoken the night before.
Words from my tongue.
Words from his.
They hang in the air around me, when all I want is for them to be carried away on the outgoing tide. To wash away with the waves and be carried out to sea like some letter in a bottle that no one will ever read.
This week was supposed to easy.
And it was, wasn't it?
I guess that's the problem. Everything about it was too easy.
Too effortless to just fall into.
And I did, it seems. I fell. So hard that it hurt. As I rub my tired eyes and stretch my aching muscles that pull and flex and stretch and burn, I realize it still does. This hurts. I don't know what to do to make it stop…to make it better.
Then I hear his voice behind me. "I thought I'd find you here."
He presses up against my back and his arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me against his warm, bare chest. Everything about this – about him – is soft and hard and fucking perfect. I don't even try to fight it. I melt against him as the sun bathes us both in its warmth. He holds me steady as I push against him, and even though I know he has to let me go, right now he doesn't.
As the wind whips my hair around the both of us, I turn my head back, looking up at him, and say, "You didn't find me here, Edward. I found you."
So, it's been a while since I've done this. Most of you know the drill. This will update multiple times and complete by the end of the day. It's technically not Marvar's birthday until Sunday, but I'll be unable to do this then because of work. So she gets her present a couple days early. I love you, Soulmate!
I'm saving all the thanks until the end, but you should know that the beautiful and wonderful HolletLA beta'd this since Marvar couldn't beta her own present. However, I made a couple changes during edits, so any mistakes are mine and definitely not hers.
As always, I don't own them. I just make them do dirty things.
See you soon!
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