Page 119 of Reckless
She stared at it.Then at me.“You do realize this looks exactly like the beginning of bad decisions.”
“It is the middle of bad decisions.”
“Where are we going?”
“The beach.”I stated as we stepped on the path.
“At night.”
“Yes.”
“Alone.”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t see how this looks.”
“I see exactly how it looks.”
She was quiet for a beat.Then: “Good.”
That got me the smallest, hottest flicker of a smile.
She stepped onto the gravel and glanced around at the sky, then the dunes, then the dark line of the water.
“This place is pretty,” she said.
She followed me down the path.Kelly stopped when the sand flattened beneath us.
“What now.”
The night took edges off everything except what mattered.Her face.Her mouth.The rise and fall of her chest.that she had come here with me knowing what kind of question the night was asking.
“What do you want,” I asked.
Her lashes flickered once.“That is not fair.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No.”She folded her arms tighter, not defensive so much as containing herself.“You know what I want.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
The wind moved her hair across her mouth.She shoved it back impatiently.
“That’s mean.”
“Probably.”
She laughed once under her breath.“You’re impossible.”
“Yes.”
I waited.
Kelly looked out at the ocean, then down at the sand, then back at me.Her throat moved when
Then she said, very quietly, “I want you to touch me again.”
