actually I’m in town a little longer,” he goes on to correct me, “and Lu cy, love, I’m not just a friend,” he turns to Malcolm and grins, “I’m her ex-lover.” I can feel my face turn bright red as he puts an emphasis on the word “lover”.
“Oh?” Malcolm responds l ooking my way like a lost dog.
“Well, yes. But… that’s ancient history. Can we go now?” I plead quickly with Malcolm as I tug on his arm trying to move us out the door .
“I guess if less than a year is ancient, then I suppose you’d be correct.” Simon pu lls Malcom’s attention back in.
“A year huh? Well you must not have been that good if she’s already seeing other guys.” I stare in awe at Malcolm’s boldness and Simon’s embarrassment. “Come on Lucy, let’s head out.” We leave Simon standing in the doorway speechless. Suddenly I am very in tune to Malcolm. Something about the way he was able to get Simon to shut up has my blood boiling in the best kind of ways. Is it being dramatic if I call him my hero?
Chapter 13
We walk on the beach in silence for a few moments, but luckily Malcolm is the first to break it.
“So, Simon huh?” Not the question I wanted to answer, but I suppose I owe him some sort of explanation.
“Yeah… I’m sorry about him. Really I am. Honestly though, he broke my heart a long time ago and I did not invite him here. He just showed up.” I reveal, hoping that it’s enough.
“I see. Well, if he broke your heart I won’t make you talk about him,” he offers. “But, if you’d like… I can break something of his to repay him for hurting you?”
Oh my… “Um, no… that’s not necessary.” I squeak. I’m shocked at his words and am unsure what exactly to make of them.
“You’re right.” He utters, and I’m washed with relief. “I should be thanking him for his stupidity. After all, if he didn’t leave you I wouldn’t have the chance to do this…” he stops me in my tracks and holds me by my shoulders. I stand there, planted in the sand, confused by his words. But then his anxious gaze burns into my eyes, his arms wrap around my neck and into my hair as he sweetly kisses me.
I’m taken back by his forwardness and I pull away in awe. Realizing he is probably feeling rejected by my actions, as he drops his arms and stares at me with a pained look, I try to rectify the situation.
“Oh… no… no no no. I um, I’m sorry. It’s okay, I was just shocked. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Stumbling over my words I try to explain to him that I wasn’t rejecting him. I liked the way he kissed me, but it was the first kiss since Simon, and was just stunned by it. He interrupts my stammering by attempting his endeavor one more time. This time I welcome it as his lips find mine. They are ambitious and absolute as they press into me so intensely.
His hands begin to move south and find a resting place in the small of my back as he pulls me up so he can kiss me deeper; his firm tongue has now found its way to meet mine and I feel like this is starting to be too much. I remember what my cousin, Kathleen, said about Malcolm being a womanizer and I have to cease this.
I pull away again, but not as fast this time. I place my palms on his chest, getting my fingers tangled in his soft hairs, and push back on him gently to signal I need a break.
“Sorry,” he mumbles looking down at my hands. “You, Lucy, you’re just so alluring I can’t help myself. I feel like I need to touch you every second or I’m going to die.” His words feel so sincere, but they confuse me. Who exactly am I to him?
“But, you don’t even know me…?”
“Of course I know you.”
“Yeah, but I mean you don’t know me now… who I am today.”
“No, but I want to.” His words make my heart jump.
“Lucy, I know that it’s been over a decade since we last held hands on this beach,” he takes my hand in his. “But I can tell you that I’ve always had a crush on you. From
“Oh?” Malcolm responds l ooking my way like a lost dog.
“Well, yes. But… that’s ancient history. Can we go now?” I plead quickly with Malcolm as I tug on his arm trying to move us out the door .
“I guess if less than a year is ancient, then I suppose you’d be correct.” Simon pu lls Malcom’s attention back in.
“A year huh? Well you must not have been that good if she’s already seeing other guys.” I stare in awe at Malcolm’s boldness and Simon’s embarrassment. “Come on Lucy, let’s head out.” We leave Simon standing in the doorway speechless. Suddenly I am very in tune to Malcolm. Something about the way he was able to get Simon to shut up has my blood boiling in the best kind of ways. Is it being dramatic if I call him my hero?
Chapter 13
We walk on the beach in silence for a few moments, but luckily Malcolm is the first to break it.
“So, Simon huh?” Not the question I wanted to answer, but I suppose I owe him some sort of explanation.
“Yeah… I’m sorry about him. Really I am. Honestly though, he broke my heart a long time ago and I did not invite him here. He just showed up.” I reveal, hoping that it’s enough.
“I see. Well, if he broke your heart I won’t make you talk about him,” he offers. “But, if you’d like… I can break something of his to repay him for hurting you?”
Oh my… “Um, no… that’s not necessary.” I squeak. I’m shocked at his words and am unsure what exactly to make of them.
“You’re right.” He utters, and I’m washed with relief. “I should be thanking him for his stupidity. After all, if he didn’t leave you I wouldn’t have the chance to do this…” he stops me in my tracks and holds me by my shoulders. I stand there, planted in the sand, confused by his words. But then his anxious gaze burns into my eyes, his arms wrap around my neck and into my hair as he sweetly kisses me.
I’m taken back by his forwardness and I pull away in awe. Realizing he is probably feeling rejected by my actions, as he drops his arms and stares at me with a pained look, I try to rectify the situation.
“Oh… no… no no no. I um, I’m sorry. It’s okay, I was just shocked. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Stumbling over my words I try to explain to him that I wasn’t rejecting him. I liked the way he kissed me, but it was the first kiss since Simon, and was just stunned by it. He interrupts my stammering by attempting his endeavor one more time. This time I welcome it as his lips find mine. They are ambitious and absolute as they press into me so intensely.
His hands begin to move south and find a resting place in the small of my back as he pulls me up so he can kiss me deeper; his firm tongue has now found its way to meet mine and I feel like this is starting to be too much. I remember what my cousin, Kathleen, said about Malcolm being a womanizer and I have to cease this.
I pull away again, but not as fast this time. I place my palms on his chest, getting my fingers tangled in his soft hairs, and push back on him gently to signal I need a break.
“Sorry,” he mumbles looking down at my hands. “You, Lucy, you’re just so alluring I can’t help myself. I feel like I need to touch you every second or I’m going to die.” His words feel so sincere, but they confuse me. Who exactly am I to him?
“But, you don’t even know me…?”
“Of course I know you.”
“Yeah, but I mean you don’t know me now… who I am today.”
“No, but I want to.” His words make my heart jump.
“Lucy, I know that it’s been over a decade since we last held hands on this beach,” he takes my hand in his. “But I can tell you that I’ve always had a crush on you. From
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