by Mac Flynn
Chapter 11
Euphoria and paradise, even one as deep and penetrating as ours, never lasts forever. The sensual lust faded and was replaced by exhaustion and fulfillment. Scott slipped to the side so he wouldn't crush me, but he wrapped his arms around me and pressed me close to his chest so the cool night air wouldn't chill me, covered as I was in sweat.
The cool breeze swept over us, and I shuddered and snuggled against his warm body. His chuckle reverberated through us. "Comfortable?" he teased.
My damn cheeks blushed and his words reminded me of how sudden and how foolish my actions just now had been. I tried to pull away from him, but he held me tight. I avoided his eyes, but my voice was firm. "I need to go," I told him.
"So soon?" His question wasn't teasing. There was sincerity and surprise in his voice.
"Yeah, I-um, I have to get ready for tomorrow," I replied.
"Your schedule will wait," he promised me.
I pushed against his chest, but he didn't budge. "Well, evictions, or banishments, or whatever you want to call them are usually early in the morning to prevent a scene, so I'd like to be ready."
"Eviction?" He pulled me to half his arm's length and I couldn't avoid his eyes as they bore into mine. " Abby, what are you talking about?"
"I broke two rules in one night, one of them very knowingly. That means I need to be kicked out," I reminded him.
"Is that what you think will happen tomorrow?" he wondered.
I frowned at him. He was treating me like an incompetent child again. "What do you think I'm suppose to think?" I growled. I pushed away from him, grabbed my clothes from the sand, and slipped into them. The sand inside them grated against my skin like Young grated against my nerves.
"Abby, listen to me." He stood and ignored his shorts. I couldn't help looking down at his nakedness. It was a good view, but my propriety forced me to look away from him. Young came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I cringed, but he ignored my reaction. He leaned down and his breath wafted against my neck. I shuddered and turned away. "Do you think I could let you go after this night?" he whispered.
"Couldn't you?" I argued.
He spun me around and I looked into his blue eyes. They burned with a lust that wasn't quenched, and a love that melted my fears away. "I could never let you go. Not now, not ever. You could break all the rules at the Gardens, or even all the laws in the world, and I don't think I could stop loving you."
I blinked at him. "Really?"
A smile slowly slid onto his lips. "Really."
I leaned away from him and scrutinized his face. "Prove it."
"My pleasure." He leaned down and captured my lips in a kiss that ignited my body with renewed lust. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Our bodies rubbed together, and I regretted donning my clothes. We broke apart for air, and my cheeks were flushed from the exhilaration. He chuckled. "Coming down with something?" he teased.
I smirked. "Yeah, I think it's a bad case of love. Any way to cure it, doc?"
He shook his head. "I'm afraid there's no cure, and it's completely fatal to your status as an old maid."
I shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to live with that."
Scott grinned. "Care to try-" He paused and his eyes whipped over my shoulder to something behind me. I turned and followed his gaze, but saw nothing except the path into the trees. "What is it?" I asked him.
"I think your friend's looking for you," he informed me.
My eyes widened and I gasped. "Oh crap. What time is it?"
"Almost eight," Scott replied.
I reluctantly pulled away from him. "I have to go. Susie probably thinks I'm dead somewhere or dragged off by a wild animal."
Scott grabbed my hand and I glanced over my shoulder at him. "I'll see you tomorrow, and for the next two weeks," he promised.
He smiled and nodded. "See you tomorrow."
He released me and I hurried to the forest path. I had traveled ten yards into the trees when I caught a glimpse of my worried friend. She saw me at near the same time and we met halfway.
"There you are! You had me worried sick! I thought you were dead or dragged off by a wild animal!" she scolded me.
I sheepishly smiled and shrugged. "Sorry. I guess I got distracted by the moon."
She rolled her eyes, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back toward our cabin. "Did you forget we might have to get up early tomorrow so when they toss us out we'll be awake enough to land on our butts?"
I glanced backward toward the lake and smiled. "I have a feeling we'll be okay."
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