Page 88 of Tell It To The Waves

His laughing caresses my ears. “I got you.”

I hear the stairs creak underneath us, so I know he’s going down to the shore. I trust him, so I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat that is going so fast.

“Mmmm,” I moan out when his lips touch mine, feeling his tongue slide over them, opening up for him, before he sits me on my feet.

“August.” He whispers my name before I feel the silk fabric glide across my eyes, revealing him and the “Oh.” My hand goes to my mouth. My eyes scan the sand behind him. Tea-light candles dance under the stars. I look at Bohdi, who stands, smiling at me, the moonlight casting on his dirty blond hair. His eyes are shining.

Swallowing, Tears blur my vision as I realize that Far Away by Nickelback filters from a speaker behind him. My hand flies to my mouth in disbelief as I watch him get on his knee, taking my hand. His finger rubs my skin back and forth as I look down at him; I see the nervousness radiating from him, knowing I’m showing the same.

“August Graft, the day you came back into town, I knew my life would forever change. With you came my future and my forever. You showed me what I truly wanted in this life, and it was you. And I can’t be in this world if you’re not by my side through it. I want and need you for forever.”

I stand there nodding my head repeatedly when he opens his hand. My seashell sits in his palm with a pearl ring with two diamonds on the side that glint at me from the tea light. “Will you marry me? I went and got it just for you.” He smiles up at me, tears rolling down his cheeks. It’s not the same ring I once had, and Baylee now wears; it’s a pearl that I know he went and found for me.

I drop to my knees, the sand cocooning them, my hands cupping his face, bringing him to me. “I will marry you. Yes!” I cry out before kissing him.

My hand shakes as I hold it out to him, and I notice his shaking too when he places the ring on my finger.

Standing up, he brings me with him, turning us to look at the ocean. “She said yes!”

I look at him, confused, but when he smiles at me, I know who he’s talking to.

Pulling me to his chest, he kisses me, all while pulling my dress above my head, and I let him, until his hands fumble with my panties and I help him take them off. Now standing naked in the sand.

I watch him hurriedly undress himself, smiling at him the whole time, while my thumb rubs the pearl over and over again, not believing he just proposed to me.

We stand there and stare at each other before he closes the space between us, picking me up and I immediately wrap my legs around his waist.

Kissing me, he pulls back, “To be all in, you need to overcome the one thing you haven’t yet.” His eyes travel behind me, my heart rate picks up, knowing he’s talking about getting all the way in the ocean and our conversation from this morning.

“Bohdi, I don’t think I can.” I trip over my words.

He squeezes me tighter. “With me, you can.”

Tears come to my eyes, and I let them fall, nodding my head at him.

I watch the sand turn into water as he moves farther from the shoreline. My breathing becomes labored as panic flows through me, squeezing him tighter.

“Breathe, August. I got you.” He kisses my lips

I close my eyes when I feel the water touch my butt. Opening them when Bohdi and I are all the way in up to his shoulders.

With a gentle kiss, he praises me. “Look at you. Look how far you're out, August.”

I tighten my hold on him, scared to let loose, but look behind him, seeing the flicker of the tealights, like lightning bugs.

“Lean back, baby. Lay your head in the water,” Bohdi instructs me.

I want to say no, but this August does things that scare her. Look how far we’ve come.

My legs squeeze around Bohdi’s waist, interlocking my feet. He slowly guides me onto my back, my head on the surface of the water, and he holds me there.

Looking up at the full moon, I let the grief of my parents float away. I’ll forever miss them and want them, but I’m giving it to the waves to take out to sea.

“Bohdi.” His name sounds so good on my lips. “Make love to me.” It comes out like a beg.

Grabbing my arm, he pulls me up to him, immediately capturing my lips. Our kisses are mixed with saltwater and need.

He easily guides his dick to my entrance, and with a wave, he pushes himself in. “Bohdi,” I scream his name as I stretch around him.