The Divorcee's Redemption

46: Reverie

"I remember the freckles on your back
And the way that I used to make you laugh
'Cause you know every morning I wake up
Yeah, I still reach for you"

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Chelsea was pressed against me, and our legs tangled with each other. My hand was around her waist while she laid her head against my other bicep.

Her hands were comfortably pressed between my chest and hers. The blanket loosely covered us as it was already too hot from the multiple times we fucked.

Surprisingly, neither of us was an ounce tired.

Chelsea smiled at me, "She was chasing a crab."

I hummed while reminiscing.

We had somehow picked up a conversation about a picnic that Lucy had insisted on when she was six. Our little girl had claimed that all her classmates were always going places. Hence, I had to rent an island for a week.

The beach was all ours, along with the hills, waterfalls, mountains, and everything else. There had been too many bugs though, and Chelsea would refuse to go hiking without at least three layers of insect repellent on all of us. I still remembered her rubbing that shit all over my body. We had even hired a tour guide and a couple of workers at the beach house.

Lucy had the time of her life, but I was pretty pissed that there was no signal beyond the house. I was completely cut off from my company and that felt terrible. But watching Lucy shriek with happiness every time she played in the water with Chelsea was a feeling of its own.

"It went under the sand and she waited all evening for it to come out again," she chuckled.

"I remember it now," I smiled back.

"God, when she got lost in the forest, my heart stopped beating. How could she run off like that? I warned her about wild animals but she said she forgot about them and began crying after we found her."

I nodded. Lucy really was a handful in her younger years. "You loved the house," I pointed out, brushing my nose against hers.

"Yeah... It was so beautiful. The fireplace specifically... It was so cold one night when I was just sitting there and you put a blanket around us."

My heart clenched. Why did she remember all of that?

"I fell asleep on your shoulder, Leo..." She mumbled, "When I woke up in the morning, we were still on the couch. You said that I was sleeping so well that you didn't feel like waking me up."

Her eyes twinkled, and her grin wasn't disappearing at all. True, those were all good yet bitter memories.

"You were sunbathing on the beach. Stark naked," I whispered.

"Until you joined in and we fucked in broad daylight. Thank god that Lucy was asleep," she snickered.

"You never thought that someone else would see us?"

"I'm pretty sure that at least one of the workers might have..." She sighed, "But I didn't care. We were making love on a holiday. What's so wrong with that? Even if anyone saw, I was all yours."

I stared at her—the memories were flashing in front of our eyes too fast.

We were making love on a holiday.

We had a campfire where Lucy sang a poem that she wrote for us.

I had begun teaching Lucy to swim on that island where we found a waterfall and spent all our time in the water.