Not Looking for Love: Episode 3 by Bourne Lena

Author:Bourne, Lena [Bourne, Lena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-17T08:00:00+00:00

"Maybe we should get up, or something," he says after awhile.

I'm running my fingers across the hills and valley of his ripped stomach, and I really don't want to stop. "Why would we do that?"

"Well, I really have to piss for one thing," he says and chuckles.

I lean back so he can get up. "OK, but come right back."

He sits on the edge of the bed and stretches. "I'm also kinda hungry."

Come to think of it, so am I.

"We could go to that place down on the beach. They have really good clam chowder," I suggest, sitting up too.

"Ewww, clam chowder, that's disgusting," he says and grins back at me.

"They have hot dogs and stuff too," I argue. I'm already almost tasting the soup, and I really want to have it.

"That's even worse," he complains.

"How picky are you?" I climb off the bed, the motion sending a sharp stab through my belly, but it recedes quickly and doesn't linger. "Fine, you decide."

Half an hour later we're walking along the sidewalk. The cold wind is sending my hair flying all around my head, and every step I take causes a sharp jolt of pain in my stomach. Scott watches me for awhile, walking as slowly as I am, then wraps his arm around me. I lean against him gratefully, my arm around his waist.

"You sure you can walk all the way to the beach?" he asks.

I grin up at him. "I hope so, because I really want that clam chowder." His eyes are blue like a cloudless summer sky today. "If not, you could always carry me."

"Oh yeah, that sounds like a lot of fun for me." He leans down and kisses me softly, just a peck, surprising me so I can't return it.

It takes awhile to reach the beach, and I'm winded by the time we do, my cheeks red from the cold.

"We can eat somewhere else," I say as we stop in front of the clam chowder place.

He smiles and holds the door open for me. "No, Gail, that's OK. I'll just have a burger or something."

We get a table by the window, which is so small our legs are touching under it. I'd prefer to be sitting next to him, but there's no room.

When my soup arrives, I dig in hungrily. It's too hot and scalds my tongue, making me curse. I really wanted to enjoy it.

"You should blow on that first," Scott says and hands me the glass of water.

"Why didn't you say something before?" I say and grin, taking the glass of water and dipping my tongue in.

He's just looking at me, not even touching his burger, his leg pressed firmly against mine under the table.

"What?" I ask.

"You're just so—"

"Clumsy, yes, I know," I finish the sentence for him, splashing the table top with water as I deposit my glass onto it, as though to prove my point.

"I was gonna say substantial," he says and smiles.

"What does that mean? Are you calling me fat?" I ask.

"No, Gail," he says, still grinning at me.

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