night, was gone. His last words were a desperate plea. “What can I do, Lu?”
She thought about him pulsing inside of her and how unfair she was being, but she just couldn’t go there again with him. She couldn’t orgasm while staring dreamily into his eyes knowing that tomorrow he wouldn’t even want to look at her. It was all about the depths of his eyes for her. Sometimes, she felt like she could touch his soul. But she couldn’t leave him hanging either.
She pulled back from him, forcing him out of her. Without looking at him, she turned over and invited him to enter her the way he had earlier in the night. He accepted her invitation with a groan and filled her immediately. This way, he didn’t see her tears hit the sheets. And Lu didn’t have to see the look of confusion in his eyes.
13
When Lu felt Lex slip into a deep sleep, she got up. She walked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand in the room, picked it up, and set it for seven o’clock. Then she soundlessly entered the bathroom, grabbing her running clothes out of the stockpile of gear that she left there as she unpacked. Picking up her running shoes, she grabbed her funeral clothes and her makeup bag, and hurried out of the room, down the steps, to her car. She drove down to the next beach access, parked, and began her run. The moon still shimmered on the water and the stars continued to light the night.
She ran to the jetty and back, busting out three miles in a little over twenty minutes. Sweaty, salty, and sandy, she jumped back into her car and headed to her parents’. She’d shower and get ready at their house. Willa, Pete, and Lex could catch up with her. The less direct, solitary contact she had with Lex, the better. She hated that she felt like a coward running away from him, but she’d worked it out in her mind. And this was the best way. It didn’t stop her from longing for more—some way for a perfect ending to their story. But it wasn’t to be.
She pulled into her parents’ driveway at five forty-five. Following the porch around to the back of the house, she entered through the kitchen. She hopped in the shower in the vacant guest room, towel dried her hair, and donned some sweats. Glancing at her phone, she typed a quick text to Sky.
Are you on schedule?
She’d hoped for an immediate answer. When she didn’t get it, she slipped the phone into the pocket of her sweatpants and slid her feet into her flip-flops. Taking a deep breath, she made her way back out of the kitchen, across the path to Dr. J.’s.
Cresting the last step, she stopped in her tracks. Apparently, the avoidance game was over. Sitting in the chairs were her mother, her father, and Dr. J. Just what she needed—a fucking audience.
“Figured you’d be up and at it. How was the run?” her father said, amusement apparent in the lines of his face.
Rolling her eyes, Lu began her trek across the deck. “Got any coffee?”
“There’s a mug on the counter waiting for you,” her mother replied.
“That’s just fucking great,” she mumbled, softly enough that no one could make out what she said. As she made her way into the house, she felt her phone vibrate.
Sky: Yup. But I can’t text and drive so I couldn’t answer you right away. Lu: Haha. How’s my girl?
Sky: Excited to see you and family.
Lu: ETA?
Sky: 3:00
Lu: Be safe.
Sky: No shit Sherlock.
Sky: Are you ok?
Lu: Are you driving and texting?
Sky: No Mam. I pulled over. Are you OK?
Lu: Just fucking peachy.
Sky: Need to see your girl?
Lu: You have no idea!!!
Sky: Do anything stupid?
Lu: Yes. Eight years ago.
Sky: Can’t change that now. See you soon.
Lu tucked the phone back into her pocket and grabbed her coffee. She took a few sips. Biding her time. Then, knowing it was now or never, she took a long, deep breath and headed out to the firing squad.
When Lu came back out, Dr. J. and her parents halted their whispered conversation. Not that she cared what they were
She thought about him pulsing inside of her and how unfair she was being, but she just couldn’t go there again with him. She couldn’t orgasm while staring dreamily into his eyes knowing that tomorrow he wouldn’t even want to look at her. It was all about the depths of his eyes for her. Sometimes, she felt like she could touch his soul. But she couldn’t leave him hanging either.
She pulled back from him, forcing him out of her. Without looking at him, she turned over and invited him to enter her the way he had earlier in the night. He accepted her invitation with a groan and filled her immediately. This way, he didn’t see her tears hit the sheets. And Lu didn’t have to see the look of confusion in his eyes.
13
When Lu felt Lex slip into a deep sleep, she got up. She walked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand in the room, picked it up, and set it for seven o’clock. Then she soundlessly entered the bathroom, grabbing her running clothes out of the stockpile of gear that she left there as she unpacked. Picking up her running shoes, she grabbed her funeral clothes and her makeup bag, and hurried out of the room, down the steps, to her car. She drove down to the next beach access, parked, and began her run. The moon still shimmered on the water and the stars continued to light the night.
She ran to the jetty and back, busting out three miles in a little over twenty minutes. Sweaty, salty, and sandy, she jumped back into her car and headed to her parents’. She’d shower and get ready at their house. Willa, Pete, and Lex could catch up with her. The less direct, solitary contact she had with Lex, the better. She hated that she felt like a coward running away from him, but she’d worked it out in her mind. And this was the best way. It didn’t stop her from longing for more—some way for a perfect ending to their story. But it wasn’t to be.
She pulled into her parents’ driveway at five forty-five. Following the porch around to the back of the house, she entered through the kitchen. She hopped in the shower in the vacant guest room, towel dried her hair, and donned some sweats. Glancing at her phone, she typed a quick text to Sky.
Are you on schedule?
She’d hoped for an immediate answer. When she didn’t get it, she slipped the phone into the pocket of her sweatpants and slid her feet into her flip-flops. Taking a deep breath, she made her way back out of the kitchen, across the path to Dr. J.’s.
Cresting the last step, she stopped in her tracks. Apparently, the avoidance game was over. Sitting in the chairs were her mother, her father, and Dr. J. Just what she needed—a fucking audience.
“Figured you’d be up and at it. How was the run?” her father said, amusement apparent in the lines of his face.
Rolling her eyes, Lu began her trek across the deck. “Got any coffee?”
“There’s a mug on the counter waiting for you,” her mother replied.
“That’s just fucking great,” she mumbled, softly enough that no one could make out what she said. As she made her way into the house, she felt her phone vibrate.
Sky: Yup. But I can’t text and drive so I couldn’t answer you right away. Lu: Haha. How’s my girl?
Sky: Excited to see you and family.
Lu: ETA?
Sky: 3:00
Lu: Be safe.
Sky: No shit Sherlock.
Sky: Are you ok?
Lu: Are you driving and texting?
Sky: No Mam. I pulled over. Are you OK?
Lu: Just fucking peachy.
Sky: Need to see your girl?
Lu: You have no idea!!!
Sky: Do anything stupid?
Lu: Yes. Eight years ago.
Sky: Can’t change that now. See you soon.
Lu tucked the phone back into her pocket and grabbed her coffee. She took a few sips. Biding her time. Then, knowing it was now or never, she took a long, deep breath and headed out to the firing squad.
When Lu came back out, Dr. J. and her parents halted their whispered conversation. Not that she cared what they were
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