The shifting of the mattress pulls me awake. I rub my eyes, squinting against the bright morning sunlight that streams through the cabin window. Last night’s flavor of the day sits on the edge of my bed, lacing up her sneakers.
“Good morning,” she greets me with a sweet smile.
“Morning,” I croak back, my voice still raspy from sleeping.
“I have to get back to my campsite. My friends and I are leaving in an hour or so,” she says in that quiet voice that everyone uses in the morning. The sunlight sets her coppery hair aglow until it looks like living flames. She's gloriously tan for a redhead. I wrack my brain for a moment until I can conjure up her name. Lyndsey.
“Do you remember how to get back?” I ask. The houseboat I’m living on for the summer is on the opposite …show more content…
I don't remember what we were watching, I looked at her the whole time.
There she was, tangled up with me under the sheets. She was a hurricane of soft skin, warm lips, and hard muscles.
And then the bad memories storm the gates, easily wiping out my defenses and storming the castle of my mind. The feeble walls I’d put up don't stand a chance.
“that girls been hanging out here an awful lot,” my father remarked from behind his paper. I nodded, swallowing the fear rising in my throat. “She's not on the wrestling team is she?”
“No, sir. I'm the only girl on the team, Dad,” I reminded him.
“She play any sports?” He asks and then grumbles under his breath, “she looks too scrawny to do anything productive anyway. She wouldn't last a day in the army.”
I clenched my jaw, my right fists tensing and releasing over and over. “She's actually the captain of the lacrosse team.”
“Boys or girls?”
“Girls. She's not scrawny, just short.”
“How tall are you, Caroline?” He asks me, finally lifting his piercing blue eyes to meet him.
“5’8”, sir.” He nods and goes back to his
“Good morning,” she greets me with a sweet smile.
“Morning,” I croak back, my voice still raspy from sleeping.
“I have to get back to my campsite. My friends and I are leaving in an hour or so,” she says in that quiet voice that everyone uses in the morning. The sunlight sets her coppery hair aglow until it looks like living flames. She's gloriously tan for a redhead. I wrack my brain for a moment until I can conjure up her name. Lyndsey.
“Do you remember how to get back?” I ask. The houseboat I’m living on for the summer is on the opposite …show more content…
I don't remember what we were watching, I looked at her the whole time.
There she was, tangled up with me under the sheets. She was a hurricane of soft skin, warm lips, and hard muscles.
And then the bad memories storm the gates, easily wiping out my defenses and storming the castle of my mind. The feeble walls I’d put up don't stand a chance.
“that girls been hanging out here an awful lot,” my father remarked from behind his paper. I nodded, swallowing the fear rising in my throat. “She's not on the wrestling team is she?”
“No, sir. I'm the only girl on the team, Dad,” I reminded him.
“She play any sports?” He asks and then grumbles under his breath, “she looks too scrawny to do anything productive anyway. She wouldn't last a day in the army.”
I clenched my jaw, my right fists tensing and releasing over and over. “She's actually the captain of the lacrosse team.”
“Boys or girls?”
“Girls. She's not scrawny, just short.”
“How tall are you, Caroline?” He asks me, finally lifting his piercing blue eyes to meet him.
“5’8”, sir.” He nods and goes back to his