her deeper, to lose himself in her and feel
her heartbeat against his.
Shit. Never in his life had a woman
possessed so much power over his body. He inhaled and slowly released as the
wind whipped his face. Keeping his breath steady,
Adam paddled faster, and pushed harder until his shoulders burned. He felt his
whole body working, his leg muscles warmed, cold air bit his lungs, and blood
flowed into his limbs.
His muscles burned, then ached, then went numb. But he continued on, unhesitating. Catching wave after wave, relentlessly seeking the oblivion
of physical exhaustion. Finally, he lay spent on the sand.
Board by his side, he stared up at the crystalline sky and tried to appease his
need for oxygen.
Chapter
Nine
“My only nightmare is waking
up in a world where you’re not mine.”
Unknown
Adam’s eyes moved
rapidly back and forth behind his eyelids. There was something, someone there, but he couldn’t see it
or move fast enough. His body felt heavy, as if he
were dragging a ship’s anchor behind him. He recognized his
whereabouts; small puddles of water welled in corners and seeped from walls,
creating a strong presence of mold. The building was most dilapidated, beyond
repair.
His eyes
ca ught sight of the weathered door. Scratches etched
their way along the bottom half of it and the edges were uneven and cracked.
The door knob hung loose, waiting eagerly for him to step inside. It smelled
horrid, and if you squinted hard enough, you could see
tiny black bugs crawling in between the jagged scratches.
The door
may be battered, but it was his freedom. He hurried his steps, but the door
seemed further away with each step he took. As he reached for the doorknob, the
hot breath of his tormentor b urned the back of his
neck.
There was
pain, and a splattering of red. A chill washed over his body when a cold,
metallic object pressed against his head. He was going to die. The room
darkened slowly, and the sunset cast an orange glow through the window e mbellishing the grim scene. Accepting his fate, he squeezed
his eyelids together.
The trigger released with a snap, and he
jerked, sitting up suddenly in the dark quiet room, his heart hammering, cold
sweat beading on his skin.
“Fuck!” he breathed shakily, sick to his stomach.
He remained still, looking around the
room, reorienting himself from the dream. Then he dropped his weight back on
the bed, allowing a second or two to settle his racing heart. After a few
seconds, he rubbed his eyes, turned on the be dside
lamp, and reached for the Panerai watch on the nightstand.
Five a.m. Perfect time to
awaken from a nightmare. Forrest would be arriving soon for
their early morning surf. Rubbing the back of his neck, he walked into the
bathroom and splashed cold wat er on his face, and
brushed his teeth before sliding into his a fitted black wet-suit.
He stepped outside. Patches of mist
swirled above the colorful trees. He pulled the black skully down to his ears
and inhaled the cool, crisp air. He just needed to brea the to rid himself from the dark thoughts in his head. He was in the
process of fitting his board in the back of his car when Forrest’s orange Jeep
pulled next to him. Unlike Adam, who felt like shit, his friend looked
completely at ease blasting What I Go t by Sublime from the stereo.
“Hop in,” Forrest hollered.
Adam shook his head. “Let’s take my
car.”
“It’s enough I’m going to freeze my
balls early in the morning to help you relieve some stress. I want to at least
be comfortable driving there, so get in.”
Adam recognized a good argument when he
heard one and dumped his board in the back of the Jeep.
“Gay Head or South Beach?” Forrest asked as Adam slid
into the passenger seat.
Gay Head was located in Aquinnah and at
this time of the morning the waves would be strong
there. “Let’s go to Aquinnah. Closer
and better waves.”
Forrest nodded and shifted gear to start
the Jeep. “And further
her heartbeat against his.
Shit. Never in his life had a woman
possessed so much power over his body. He inhaled and slowly released as the
wind whipped his face. Keeping his breath steady,
Adam paddled faster, and pushed harder until his shoulders burned. He felt his
whole body working, his leg muscles warmed, cold air bit his lungs, and blood
flowed into his limbs.
His muscles burned, then ached, then went numb. But he continued on, unhesitating. Catching wave after wave, relentlessly seeking the oblivion
of physical exhaustion. Finally, he lay spent on the sand.
Board by his side, he stared up at the crystalline sky and tried to appease his
need for oxygen.
Chapter
Nine
“My only nightmare is waking
up in a world where you’re not mine.”
Unknown
Adam’s eyes moved
rapidly back and forth behind his eyelids. There was something, someone there, but he couldn’t see it
or move fast enough. His body felt heavy, as if he
were dragging a ship’s anchor behind him. He recognized his
whereabouts; small puddles of water welled in corners and seeped from walls,
creating a strong presence of mold. The building was most dilapidated, beyond
repair.
His eyes
ca ught sight of the weathered door. Scratches etched
their way along the bottom half of it and the edges were uneven and cracked.
The door knob hung loose, waiting eagerly for him to step inside. It smelled
horrid, and if you squinted hard enough, you could see
tiny black bugs crawling in between the jagged scratches.
The door
may be battered, but it was his freedom. He hurried his steps, but the door
seemed further away with each step he took. As he reached for the doorknob, the
hot breath of his tormentor b urned the back of his
neck.
There was
pain, and a splattering of red. A chill washed over his body when a cold,
metallic object pressed against his head. He was going to die. The room
darkened slowly, and the sunset cast an orange glow through the window e mbellishing the grim scene. Accepting his fate, he squeezed
his eyelids together.
The trigger released with a snap, and he
jerked, sitting up suddenly in the dark quiet room, his heart hammering, cold
sweat beading on his skin.
“Fuck!” he breathed shakily, sick to his stomach.
He remained still, looking around the
room, reorienting himself from the dream. Then he dropped his weight back on
the bed, allowing a second or two to settle his racing heart. After a few
seconds, he rubbed his eyes, turned on the be dside
lamp, and reached for the Panerai watch on the nightstand.
Five a.m. Perfect time to
awaken from a nightmare. Forrest would be arriving soon for
their early morning surf. Rubbing the back of his neck, he walked into the
bathroom and splashed cold wat er on his face, and
brushed his teeth before sliding into his a fitted black wet-suit.
He stepped outside. Patches of mist
swirled above the colorful trees. He pulled the black skully down to his ears
and inhaled the cool, crisp air. He just needed to brea the to rid himself from the dark thoughts in his head. He was in the
process of fitting his board in the back of his car when Forrest’s orange Jeep
pulled next to him. Unlike Adam, who felt like shit, his friend looked
completely at ease blasting What I Go t by Sublime from the stereo.
“Hop in,” Forrest hollered.
Adam shook his head. “Let’s take my
car.”
“It’s enough I’m going to freeze my
balls early in the morning to help you relieve some stress. I want to at least
be comfortable driving there, so get in.”
Adam recognized a good argument when he
heard one and dumped his board in the back of the Jeep.
“Gay Head or South Beach?” Forrest asked as Adam slid
into the passenger seat.
Gay Head was located in Aquinnah and at
this time of the morning the waves would be strong
there. “Let’s go to Aquinnah. Closer
and better waves.”
Forrest nodded and shifted gear to start
the Jeep. “And further
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