Page 32 of The Writer’s Block

“I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Then fuck everyone else.”

He pulls me closer to him, resting his head on my chest. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.”

My snort fills the air. “Yeah, I’ve had to deal with you for years. I learned a thing or two about you. A lot of it being information I wish I never came across.”

He laughs for the first time since I’ve been here, and I let out a breath of relief. His laughter could make even the worst of days better.

I raise my pinky to him. “Promise me you won’t look at social media until we get back home.”

“But—”

“Caleb.”

He grips my pinky with his with a sigh. “Fine. But what are we going to do for the rest of the night?”

I glance across the room and smile when my eyes land on the champagne bottle. “We’re in Miami. In a hotel. By the beach. I’ve got plenty of ideas.”

13

Caleb

“Tell me one of your nerdy facts about space,” I ask, gazing up at the dark sky. We are at the beach, laying on a blanket we took from the hotel. Two empty champagne bottles rest next to us.

Moments like these are a core memory for me. Just her and me. No judgment. No fear. Just us.

“Every star we are seeing is bigger and brighter than our sun,” she replies, her words a little slurred from the drinks we had. My mind is also a little foggy, but not too much to impair my judgment.

I sit up and move closer to her still body. Her chest rises and falls evenly.

“Are you sleeping?” I whisper.

A faint smile graces her face. “No. I’m just resting my eyes.”

Running my hands up her dress, I play with the edge of her panties, enjoying how her breaths begin to quicken.

She’s fully awake now.

“Knees up. Spread your legs for me,” I murmur. She does exactly what I command, and I get a full view of her lacy light pink panties.

I remove my hands from her. “Touch yourself for me. Show me how you like it.”

She runs her hand down her stomach, torturing me. I hold my breath as I watch her rub her fingers against herself, spreading to show me all of her.

Unable to watch any longer, I push her hands away and replace them with my own. Yanking her panties off, I throw them next to her and dive in.

This is not a view I ever thought I would see.

Me on the beach at god knows what time. Waves crashing against the shore. The stars and streetlights as our only source of light.

Josephine Jenkins, my best friend, spreading her legs for me as I lick, taste, torture her with my tongue.

I’m enjoying this view.

So fucking much.

She cries out when I suck on her clit. I moan against her, feeling her legs shake as I bring her closer to the edge.