Cherish by Sola Evelyn

Author:Sola, Evelyn
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2020-06-21T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 29

ALEX

“Angel,” Jason says, his lips against my forehead, “wake up.” I stir in the king-sized bed, naked and confused. I blink into the darkness until I’m able to focus on his face. I tilt my face and kiss him as I pull him onto the bed. He tastes of beer and smells of the beach, but I don’t care.

“Hold on, angel. I want you to come for a walk with me.” He pulls out of my grasp and pulls me out of the bed, pushing me toward the bathroom. I stumble, and he catches me.

“It’s three o’clock in the morning. I want to go back to sleep,” I mutter as I turn back in the direction of the bed, but his voice stops me.

“I really want to do this with you, Alex. This might be our only chance.” Just as I’m climbing back into the bed, he hands me a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Resigned, I grab underwear and quickly dress.

Minutes later, we’re walking along the deserted beach, my arm tucked into his. Despite the early hour and close distance to the water, it’s a warm and balmy July night. It’s dark, our only source of light being the sliver of the moon sticking out behind the clouds. I let him pull me into the waves; the water crashing on our bare feet. When a much bigger wave crashes at our feet, we walk away and sit on the sand with me positioned between Jason’s legs. I lean into his chest as he wraps his muscular arms around me.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he says against my temple. “Being here with you is heaven. I guess that makes sense with you being an angel.”

“I’m hardly an angel. Don’t put me on a pedestal, Jason. I’ve done things.”

I can feel the vibrations from his body as he laughs.

“Yeah? Like what? Tell me something about yourself that would shock me?”

I lean back and think about something. “I used to be a smoker.”

“What?”

“It’s true. After my mother died, I started smoking about a pack a day. They helped me deal with the stress of everything. I quit a couple of years ago, but whenever I get stressed, the urge to light up a cigarette becomes so strong. And when I was nine, this boy, James Fisher, used to pick on me. He would pull my hair and trip me, so I told the teacher. The teacher said he was doing that because he liked me, but even to my nine-year-old brain, that didn’t sound right. So, the next day when he pulled my pigtails, I waited until he walked in front of me, then I kicked him. He fell face first and I jumped on his back and shoved his face in the dirt. Our mothers had to come to the school, and when I told my mother what happened and what the teacher said, she raised hell. He never bothered me again.”

He pulls me closer and squeezes me.

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