Lost in Hollywood

The Last Day

The Nutella toast was getting stuck in Sky's throat. She had no appetite, and her throat was dry, her stomach in knots.

Having breakfast with Eli—

God, it had been such a long time since she'd had him over like this! She had forgotten how it felt to have him sit at their breakfast table, sipping black coffee from a giant mug, sitting across the table from her, looking calm and relaxed, as if he belonged.

There was nothing calm and relaxed in Sky. Her body was humming with his presence, as if an electric current was running through her core. Her lips were raw with all the kissing, her skin still felt where his hands had roamed over her curves.

Sky took a gulp of her coffee, hoping it would ground her. Sugar and caffeine - maybe not the best combination for an empty stomach, but hey, she had barely slept last night. First, there had been the nightmare— and after, (Oh God, she'd really sneaked into Eli's bed, she had really kissed him!) she'd been unable to fall back asleep.

His kisses, his hands on her skin, his lean body pressing her down on the bed, his dick so hard against her most sensitive spot— Sky's cheeks heated with the arousing memory. After returning to her room, she'd lain awake for hours, her heart ticking in her throat like a trapped bird and a sweet, hollow ache burning between her legs. She hadn't touched herself to make that ache go away. She'd suffered through it, breathing in, breathing out, staring at the roof, fighting the urge to go back to Eli— wondering if he was thinking about her too, if he was touching himself, to get some release.

Imagining him doing that had only made her burn for him that much harder.

Only at the first light of the morning, she had slipped into light, restless sleep that was filled with images of Eli, and of all the things she wanted to do with him. The alarm that had shattered that dream at 6.30 had felt like a punch in the face.

Now, at the breakfast table, the ache was still there, making her agitated and light-headed. She had thought it would be gone by now, but apparently, sitting at the same table as Eli, having breakfast, was enough to make her hormones go crazy.

Was it really a wonder, though? She hadn't had sex in months— the last time had been in February, with Eli, on the livingroom couch—

That memory made her throat close, as sudden remorse and guilt effectively killed any lingering arousal. She had cheated on Cody and broken his heart, and now he was dead. There was a reason why she wasn't having sex with anybody. Why she wouldn't even touch herself. She didn't think she could, not now, maybe not ever.

The coffee, even if thick with vanilla syrup, suddenly tasted sour on her lips. She placed the mug on the table with a slightly trembling hand.

"So, everyone's awfully quiet this morning," said Dad, his tone remarkably dry. "I'm only going to ask this once. Did something happen during the night? Something I should be aware of?"

He glanced at Eli, who suddenly seemed to have huge difficulties swallowing his forkful of scrambled eggs. Eli's cheeks turned bright red, as he tried to flush his mouthful down with a gulp of his coffee.

"No," Sky replied quickly, to give Eli some time to gather himself. "What do you mean?"

Dad sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning back on his chair. "Nothing. Maybe it's better that I don't know."

"I have no idea what you're referring to," Sky shrugged. "I slept like a baby."

"You did?" Dad scoffed. "And what about you, Eli?"

"Fine, thank you," Eli replied, way too quickly. "The room was awesome. A great bed."

"How nice," Dad replied, his voice oozing sarcasm. "Glad you enjoyed it."