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“You’re going to break my heart,” he said, his voice husky and his face serious, as if he’d suddenly had a premonition. As if he was seeing into the future and knew what it held.

“Or maybe you’ll break mine.” That seemed more likely, but I didn’t want to think about broken hearts or Russell or Billy who called me hot and got me drunk then bent me over the hood of his car. Or Tristan who played mind games with me.

I lifted my hips to meet his, my muscles clenching around him as he glided deep inside my walls. He groaned, and something inside me unfurled. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, and his thrusts became harder and faster, hitting a spot over and over that made me cry out, my breaths coming out in little pants.

“I think I’m going to…”

Oh.Oh God. A loud moan escaped my lips, and I fell apart.

Shane cursed, and seconds later, he collapsed on top of me, his body shuddering with his release.

He buried his face in my hair and for a few long seconds, neither of us moved.

“Fuck.”

When he pulled away, it started to sink in. What we had done and what this meant. Would he regret it? Resent me for asking him to give me this?

He stood up and pulled up his jeans while I scrambled to get dressed. Without his body to keep me warm, I was suddenly freezing. I lay down on the towel to pull on my jeans then sat up and stuffed my feet in my boots. He gathered up the towels and the blanket, bundling them under his arm. While I just sat there, afraid to look at his face and see something I didn’t want to see.

He held out his hand to me. I lifted my eyes to his face.

“Come home with me.”

I took his hand and he pulled me to my feet. He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips that felt like a promise and not like regret.

Our drive back to his place was quick and silent. We kicked off our shoes in the hall and left a trail of sand from his door to the bedroom. It was warm and cozy inside his apartment, quiet except for the hum of the heating. Inside his bedroom, silver in the moonlight, he undressed me, his hands warm caresses on my skin. He gave me one of his T-shirts, soft and faded blue, and we slept.

I loved him. Hopelessly and tragically.

16

Remy

“Iwish that was my tongue,” Shane said, his voice low as I licked the salt off my lips from my virgin margarita.

“Me too.” I grinned and took another bite of my fish taco—uncharted territory for me, the girl who had claimed she hated fish when I met Shane. Turned out that I loved fish tacos.

Or maybe love changed everything—food tasted better, colors more vivid, the sunrises brighter and the sunsets more hopeful.

The sky glowed pink, the sea breezes lifted my hair, and the heat lamp warmed my skin. Shane was watching the ocean. I would forever be losing him to it. But he was here now, sitting across the table from me on the outside deck at the marina, his leg pressed against mine, his index finger absently stroking my pinky.

His gaze returned to my face and he bit the corner of his lip in that sexy way I loved. He was gorgeous. With a hint of scruff covering his square jaw. Little lines around his eyes from squinting into the sun. A year-round tan that never seemed to fade.Golden.

But I was losing him to the world again, and the ache of that loss made me feel rudderless. I knew it was dangerous, loving him the way I did. Like he was the North Star, the only one in the universe who could guide me home.

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Where?” My heart soared.

“After you graduate, you can travel with me.”

My lungs ceased to function. I was holding my breath, waiting for him to tell me he was joking, that he hadn’t really meant the words.

He leaned forward, his eyes pinned on mine. Swirls of green and brown flecked with amber. “I promised you we would never say goodbye. I want you to come with me.”

“And what will I do?”

“Take photos of all the beautiful and ugly and interesting things.”