Page 108 of Wild Thing
This was why I was becoming a version of myself that I hated. Because I was in love with him and I'd stop at nothing to have him.
Even if that meant destroying myself.
I knew I should have told him I loved him, but I felt like that was too risky without knowing how he truly felt. I needed some reassurance before I laid my heart on the line like that.
Revealing emotions prematurely was sometimes like bleeding next to a shark.
It would place me in too vulnerable of a position.
I wanted to believe that he wanted to be with me just as much as I him, but I suspected he wasn’t telling me everything.
He was keeping something from me. I was sure of it.
We had both lied to our partners, so why wouldn’t we lie to each other?
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Finally, we pulled off the road onto a gravel lined driveway and drove towards a lone beach shack, located on a remote stretch of beach. It was nestled on a little green hill, overlooking miles of untouched sand.
There wasn’t a soul, or another house, in sight. Just us.
Brax pulled up out the front of the shack, parking the Mustang on the sandy driveway before killing the engine.
He hopped out and looped around to my side of the car, opening the door for me.
As I stepped out to take in my surroundings, Brax draped an arm around my shoulders. "What do you think?"
“Where are we?”
“My beach shack.”
My eyes widened. “Yours?”
“Yep. I bought it a year ago as a little holiday home. Perfect place to chill, go surfing… I might renovate it one day.”
I'd seen this place somewhere before.
Brax's Instagram.
The beach house was tiny, but what it lacked in size, it made up for in character. A small veranda wrapped around the front and extended to the sides. There were two rocking chairs, both of which had seen better days. The railings had a few buoy floats strung up. The sun has faded what would have once been vibrant blues and white on the timber exterior walls. A large anchor hung on the front door.
A classic, wooden beach shack.
“It’s perfect the way it is.”
“I think so too,” Brax kissed me on the head. "Come on, I'll show you around."
Unlocking the front door, it creaked open into a salty smelling lounge room. Seashells and random pieces of driftwood acted as decoration, as did one of Brax’s surfboards.
There wasn’t a TV or fancy tech shit anywhere.
Behind the lounge room was a small kitchen and dining room that led out onto a back verandah with a million dollar view: the ocean.
“Down the hallway are two bedrooms and a bathroom. It's small, but I love it.”
“It’s charming,” I said softly, looking around. It was so peaceful, a world away from everything and everyone.
I checked my phone.No service.Brilliant. That meant no more surprise phone calls from Ally or Zack.
