Bend Me, Break Me by Cameron Chelsea M

Author:Cameron, Chelsea M. [Cameron, Chelsea M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-02-07T08:00:00+00:00

“Wow,” I said, which was an inadequate word, but I couldn’t pull out another one that fit better.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Coen said, standing next to me at the top of Cadillac mountain. “We should hike up sometime.” We should? I looked at him, but he was too busy looking out at the view below us. The buildings in Bar Harbor were just dots and the trees all blended together in varying shades of green. The ocean stretched out beyond, dotted with islands here and there, as if haphazardly dolloped on top of the blue water.

The wind whipped up and I wished he would have told me to bring something more substantial than my thin fall jacket.

“Here,” he said, shrugging off his own leather jacket and laying it on my shoulders. “Sorry, it’s real leather. I hope that’s okay.”

I tried not to notice how the warmth from the jacket (and thus from his body) seeped into my skin while the smell hovered around me. Without thinking, I turned my head just a bit and sniffed the inside of the collar. Heavenly. I put my arms through the sleeves, even though the cuffs went way past my hands. I liked wearing his coat.

“Hey,” he said, and I was distracted from the deliciousness of his jacket by him holding up his phone so we could take a selfie together. I wasn’t sure about it, but he leaned in with his face next to mine and said, “smile!”

I did and he took a few more for good measure. He showed them to me and I realized how pale I was. Like I hadn’t seen the sun in several hundred years.

“Friends take selfies with each other,” he said, although I hadn’t protested.

“Sure,” I said as he fiddled with his phone. A second later my phone buzzed; he’d sent me some of the pictures. They didn’t look too bad, not that I was going to post them anywhere. My Instagram was for poetry only. My profile picture was a steaming cup of tea. I just didn’t like the idea of tons of pictures of me floating around the Internet for everyone to find.

“It’s crazy how beautiful it is here. Sometimes I just stop and look around and it hits me.” I knew he wasn’t originally from Maine, but he was as vague on his backstory as I was on mine, so I didn’t push for fear that he’d push back.

“Yeah. Even when you live here your whole life you forget how beautiful it can be.” We stood in silence for a while longer. We’d come at an odd time, so there were only a few other people up here and they stayed away from us.

I jumped when his arm wound around my shoulder.

“Thank you,” he said standing far too close.

“For what?” I asked.

“For helping me check off one of my bucket list items. Someday I want to go to all the national parks. This is stop number three.” This was the first national park I’d been to.

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