Page 399 of Seasons of Love
When my feet landed on the packed sand of the small beach, I looked out into the ocean and took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air and listening to the seagulls in the distance. This place was so beautiful, and I wanted to write about it.
I went to the end of the beach to my favorite rock and got my notepad out. From the rock, I could see how the island’s shape curved in the distance. I couldn’t see the main beach, but I could tell there were similar beaches to this one along the coast.
Frank had said that one reason the island wasn’t overdeveloped was that it was mainly rocky and lacked the miles of uninterrupted beach you got on the coast of LA. Silver Sands Resort was in lots of ways perfectly positioned on one of the lower points of the island and with access to the largest beach.
I took my phone out, snapped a photo, and sent it to Mal. Maybe on his next day off, we could bring a packed lunch and spend the day here.
Little sparks of arousal traveled up my spine as I imagined Mal in his swimming shorts, sunbathing on this rock. He didn’t relax as often or as much as I thought he should, despite all my best efforts.
We had a good life, and we were happy, but there was no denying we could still work a little more on the old work-life balance.
My dick hardened as I thought about running my hand over the warm skin of Mal’s chest, feeling the salt-and-pepper hairs, the toned muscles leading to the most perfect cock I’d ever seen. I still felt the same rush of energy when I thought about Mal today as I did when I first met him over four years ago.
I loved kissing him, making love to him, talking to him. He was my whole world.
Did I tell him that often enough?
I thought I did, but was it enough? Lately, Mal had been a little lost. I knew working with Jake wasn’t easy on him.
On the plus side, he’d recognized the attraction and talked about it with me. On the downside, he was avoiding contact with Jake so he wasn’t tempted. I figured as much two nights ago when he told me how he’d been a little short with Jake.
I sighed and lay back on the rock. The warm sun on my face was nice, healthy, and rejuvenating.
Maybe somewhere there was an alternative world where Mal, Jake, and I could be together.
I opened my eyes and sat up immediately, looking for my notepad.
A story of three men who loved each other in alternate universes, in different combinations, until they find a way to be together. Romantic Fantasy? Paranormal?
I’d just had the plot bunny of my life, and now I needed to figure out the genre because I wasn’t sure this would fit in my normal contemporary romance.
Maybe I should ask my readers on social media. I made a note on my pad to spend an hour or so later working on that.
Laughter caught my attention. I thought I was alone on the beach, but it seemed that since my introspections, a couple and their photographer had joined me.
The woman was heavily pregnant and wearing a long floaty dress while the man had on shorts and a T-shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes away from them. The way they looked at each other and touched each other was as if the photographer wasn’t there.
My phone rang, and I saw Mal’s name come up on the screen together with the photo we took on our non-honeymoon honeymoon.
I smiled and picked it up. “Hey, baby. Miss me already?”
“I always miss you,” he said, and I could almost feel the warmth of his smile coming through the call.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah…um, Jake and I have to go to the mainland for a meeting.”
“Okay. Will you be back in time for dinner?”
“Um…I’m…um…”
What was going on? Mal was never afraid of telling me anything work-related.
“Mal?”
“We will need to stay there overnight. There’s a dinner event.”
I cleared my throat.
