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Afterwards, as my other senses gradually seep back in, I struggle to catch my breath. Sierra has taken it away. I’m aware of the sound of wind in the trees outside, and hope we weren’t too loud.
I have no idea if we were.
Fuck.
That was nothing like I imagined it would be.
And I’ve imagined it a lot. Taking her, in every imaginable position, fast—and fucking angry. Frustration fucking.
None of my fantasies came close to reality.
Her eagerness.
Her softness.
The smell of her, the naked curves of her body, the sound of her voice while I’m inside her. The parts of her she let me have this time, no holding back.
The way she makes me feel ...
I’m still inside her when I become aware of her heavy breathing. I lift some of my weight off her. I shift my hips, and pull out carefully.
“Don’t go,” she whispers, so quietly I barely make out the words. Her arms are still around me, and I relax against her.
It feels way too good.
I bury my face in her hair and inhale her soft scent, again.
Her fingers curl into the hair at the nape of my neck and a warm shiver runs through me.
My pulse throbs against her body, almost in time with hers.
It throbs in the back of my mind, like a clock, ticking down the days, hours, minutes. Like a bomb ... it warns me not to get too close. Not to get attached, or it’ll blow up in my face.
Because she’s leaving Orchard Cove.
Sooner or later . . .
She’s leaving me.
When I wake up in the morning, the ceiling fan loops lazily overhead.
I hear birds singing in the trees through the open windows, the purr of farm equipment, and the softshooshof the sea.
I smell freshly brewed coffee. Because when Layne and Kaylie moved out, my niece got upset, and I promised her we’d still have breakfast together, every morning.
I smell Sierra’s soft scent all over me, and I stretch my arms out, between the cool sheets, seeking.
Wanting.
But I already know.
She’s gone.
Chapter 17
Sierra
The first day of Sunshine Fest rushes by, most of it in a blur of music, food, sunlight, and happy faces.
