chapter ten

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James' pov

The beach is beautiful. I found a spot with the least crowd so I could enjoy the peace in quite.

Is Maisie having a good time without me right now? Is she happy? Is she happy to be free from me?

I paused my thoughts and took a picture of the beach with the summer sun on top, thinking that Maisie would enjoy this. Maybe it's pathetic of me to be thinking about Maisie when I'm supposed to be there with her and fix our relationship, instead here I am. Far and away from her.

Of course I missed her.

I can't enjoy anything properly without Maisie here with me. Every inch of me aches to touch her, hold her, kiss her. I still remember the shade of her lipstick and the sparkle in her eyes, it's all I see everytime I close my eyes. Last night I slept while pretending to feel Maisie pressed against me. It's not enough because the picture of her and Edmund together was still playing in my mind.

Before turning off my phone, I scrolled through the internet. This time I saw another photo recently posted by Evie. This girl might be loud and blatant but she's been friends with Maisie for so long, even before I was in the picture, so I trusted her with Maisie.

The new photo was taken at a restaurant, and there's a group of people sitting around the table. Familiar faces. I spotted Maisie in it, and oh, of course Edmund is sitting right next to her, that cassanova! His hand was resting behind Maisie, on top of her chair. Maisie was smiling in the photo, and she seems happy.

My hands were sweaty and I feel like throwing the phone away into the water. The beach doesn't look so beautiful anymore, as if the mood has changed. So I decided to head back home.

I walked along the broken cobblestones of an empty road until an old Chevrolet car slowed down next to me. The driver opened the passenger door from inside and then I saw the familiar face with a brown hair.

"Get in James," said Hazel from inside the car. I'm not in the mood to fight so I did what she said. She drove us around the town for an hour before sending me back home.

When we arrived at my place, I walked into the living room. I asked Hazel if she wanted to stay, she only nodded and followed me inside.

I turned around to thank Hazel for the ride but before I could, she took me in her arms and hugged me tight. "Sorry I left you that time. I know you're the one who told me to leave, but I shouldn't have done that. I should have stayed. You were alone, you need a friend and I'm your friend, I should have been there for you. I'm sorry James."

"Don't apologize to me Hazel. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have led you on. I should have told you the truth about me," I said.

We sat on the couch and talked a while. I told her about Maisie and me. How perfect we were when we first got together and then how our relationship has been rocky lately. Hazel only listened.

Hazel stayed over for dinner which I ordered pizza. We talked and talked about everything. She told me that she knows how it feels to be lonely. She grew up without her father, and then without her mother. She's staying with her aunt, the one that took care of her until now. It's only her aunt and her all this time.

Hazel believes that life is too short not to have fun and celebrate every moment. That's why she's always happy and living her life to the fullest. She's just like Maisie but also not.

Hazel craved adventures but Maisie craved challenges.

I'm glad we're talking and smiling again to ease the tension. Later that night, I don't know how or why, but I crave for something or someone, to touch and to hold. So I touched her cheek at first, then she held my face, and then we kissed for a long time on the couch. The kiss almost took my breath away.

When we pulled away, I look at her with my emotions running high.

"Don't look at me like you're sorry," she said. "You're not sorry."

Then it clicked. Yes, she's right. At this moment, I'm not sorry at all for kissing her, instead I want more. More of Hazel.

Hazel. Maisie. Maisie. Hazel.

Hazel. Maisie. Hazel.

Hazel. Hazel. Hazel.

I said, "Don't hate me for what I'm about to do, Hazel, because I know if we're under a different circumstances, you would have done the same." And then I raised my hand up to her face, pulling her face close to mine and captures her lips into another long kiss.

My hand moved down her back, tugging her tight against me. I'm feeling half hard down there and I know she can feel it too because it's pressing into her lower belly.

Taking her hands in mine, we walked backwards into the bedroom. I kicked the door closed with my foot and pushed Hazel toward the bed. She fisted her hands in my t-shirt, silently asking me to take it off.

I pulled off my shirt, at the same time Hazel worked off her jeans and unhooked her bra. I wrapped my arms around and she kissed my bare chest. Maisie loves to do that too.

Shit, Maisie. But the thought of Maisie was gone again as Hazel took me in both her hands and her touch felt so good.

"Ugh, Hazel," I groaned, my hands in her hair, her breasts, her body. Oh hell, her hair, it reminds how I used to hold Maisie's hair and suddenly it feels different. The hair color is wrong, it does not belong to Maisie--

"Want you now," Hazel whispered.

My thoughts gone again. I nodded and climbed on top of her. I moved slowly and we rocked against each other.

"More, James. Faster."

We could feel each other's desperation. This is everything that we had been holding from in the past few days. Or is it a week already? Who knows and I don't care. All I care about is how good it feels right now.

Our every nerve is alive with pleasure until it sends us reeling with a satisfied grunt and a pleased smile on our faces. Hazel rolled over and settled herself between my legs.

What we did was so wrong but it feels right and so damn good.

And then Maisie crossed my mind. Oh shit.

Maisie. Maisie. Maisie.

I saw Hazel slept beside me but I only thought of Maisie all night long until I too fell asleep thinking of my lover who is on the other side of the country.

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