With the heat soaking through the ceramic to her cold fingertips, she held the hot mug of black tea firmly in her hands. In some way, the warmth calmed her nerves as she watched him focus his gaze out the window. Though they had been meeting every month since what he shared with her in April, she was nervous to see him again. Especially after their argument during the peak of summer about his message.
He turned his head and smiled faintly. While she wouldn’t have known the other side of it, his visit that included pounding down her door in July was more for the painful void felt in his bones, than the arduous hunger he had for every part of her in May.
“You’re wearing the scarf,” he said softly.
She looked down at her chest, nervously adjusting the scarf as if to cover her breasts and smiled. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites — Redneck Riviera,” she said through a scoff.
“Redneck Riviera,” he laughed. “Dangerous, but it was worth it. You look nice.”
She nodded her head as if to hurriedly agree. “Are you alright?”
“Did I ever tell you about that trip?” he asked.
“To the shores last year?” she replied. (more…)