Lit: A Story

Chapter Three

We lie by the shore. Hands intertwined. Heads touching each other's. Bodies close enough to feel the warmth of the other. We gaze at the stars, shimmering like jewels light-years away.

"I feel like a star every time we are not alone," he says, patting his shoulder. I lean to him and plant a kiss on his neck.

"We do not have to keep this a secret," I suggest. His grip tightens.

"Really? Won't that make us traitors to our own kin?"

"It is not a bridge's fault if the burden is too heavy between two souls," I answer, "It is not my fault falling for you when Tasha asked for my help."

"She's your best friend," he argues.

"But I don't have to give everything to her," I roll right above him, seeking for his gaze, "I am selfish. I can't let her have you." Then I plunge.

As we roll on the sand, I think of my closest comrade. Tasha, the girl-next-door. The ever imposing volunteer. The self-proclaimed know-it-all. The histrionic. The dramatic. The description is sick to the ears.

"I'm glad you are selfish," he whispers against my lips.

It must be my irritation that heated the moment. Or his infamous impatience. Moreover, the celestial bodies are our witnesses to an event vividly painted by our raw emotions. When we sink in to the temptation, not even foul realities of friendship can ruin the moment.

The night is ours.

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My head pounds as I arrive in the kitchen. The lodge is filled with nature's music -- the rolling of the sea, the tweeting of the birds, the dancing of the twigs and leaves. How immaculate is that image to entrance me on a morning.

I prepare myself a helping of coffee. I place the rolls in the over toaster. I grab a chair and stare at the elegance of the early day.

"Good morning, Aurore," Jude walks in, "Have you slept well?"

"Remarkably well, yes. How's your morning?" I inquire.

"It's great. We're playing at the clubhouse. You comin'?" He offers. His head whips to the entry way. Geoff enters. "Hey man. Stumped?" Jude teases.

I freeze, waiting for his reply. "No. I actually feel perfect."

They converse for a while. Jude leaves, the door banging as he exit the lodge. Geoff takes the food I prepared and places them on the table. He stops beside me, reaching for my empty hand.

"Good morning, hun."