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Whit’s eyes are open now and his empty glass is settled on the bar top.
“Jesus, do not tell people that.”
“Why? It’s the truth. I’d murder for you too, Whit.”
“Jesus, listen, we should probably go, Caleb.”
“Babe, come on. We just got here. I wanna go back on the beach, roll around in the sand.”
Whit’s nostrils flare and he eyes me. “I’m sorry. I need to speak to my husband. Excuse us for a moment.”
Whit stands and extends his hand toward Caleb. Caleb takes it, and then I watch as Whit pulls him toward the bathrooms.
Probably going to dissuade him from sand-rolling by blowing him in the bathroom. I would do the same thing. Anything to get what I want.
And what I want is Matthew, who is still with deplorable, annoying Mitch.
I pull out my phone and check my messages, frowning when I realize that nothing is there. No new updates, nothing that tells me when I can go home.
I sigh and place my phone back in my pocket. I should just throw it into the ocean for all the good it does me. Having one doesn’t make Matthew call me, doesn’t help him message. He’s about as unresponsive as any straight guy I’ve ever met.
Finishing off my last drink, I stand up, needing to use the bathroom. Perhaps after a pee and a walk on the beach, it will be time to go home. Maybe by then, Mitch will have had enough time to get over himself and leave.
Fucker.
I enter the bathroom stall and unzip my pants. The room is slightly off-kilter and I swear the walls are dancing. Probably drank more than I should have. Actually, I know I did. I drank like a fish coming out of water.
A low moan echoes off the walls and my dick tries to get hard mid-pee at just the thought of sex. The stream flickers away when I hear it again.
“Whit, oh fuck!” Caleb nearly shouts, and I roll my eyes.
Damn Caleb and Whit, getting it on in a public bathroom. I don’t even know them, but everything about them screams obsessed.
I wish I had someone that obsessed over me.
As I shake my dick and zip my jeans up, I peer under the stall and see an extensive amount of toilet paper under Whit’s knees. He apparently refused to kneel on a dirty bathroom floor.
Makes me fucking giggle.
As I wash my hands, Caleb gasps and I hear Whit moan. I really could do without hearing that right now. It just makes me wish that Matthew was that into me. I mean, he does sleep with me every night, and loves to be held. And the kisses are exceptional, but I don’t know if he likes me quite as much as I’ve come to like him.
I could ask him how he’s feeling, but the fear of being let down, of being disappointed in the answer deters me.
I’d rather live in sweet, drunken oblivion.
Ignorance truly is bliss.
These thoughts follow me down to the beach, my legs burrowed in the sand, my eyes closed, my head swimming. I should just sleep out here with the seagulls. Matthew wouldn’t even miss me, I bet. He’s too busy with Mitch.
Maybe I could make a nest and lay eggs.
Wouldn’t be half bad.
Cooper, the bird man.
I drift off, my mind reeling, my body just taking in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. I don’t even know how long I’ve laid here, when suddenly I feel strong, familiar arms wrap around me and heft me up into the air.
My eyelids flutter open and I stare at a beautiful sight. Matthew. My Matthew. He came for me.
