Blogopera #8 - Driving Home

This is a fictional series, to read in succession, begin with one.

Continued from last time....

We were both quiet on the way there, lethargic from the sun. He drove steady with the radio off, just focused on the stretch of highway before us.

I watched out the window, the faded metal signs of the coastal fishing shops and taco stands whirring past. The breeze lulled me into a trance and I nodded off. A gentle squeeze of my arm woke me up.

“We’re home,” he said.

He pulled the car into my driveway, shut it off and followed me inside without question. I set my bag down, walked back outside and shook the sand from my shoes. I got us both a tall glass of cool water.

“I’m going to go rinse off,” I announced as I handed him the water. He took his glass from my hand, sat down on the couch and put his feet up.

I turned on the shower, peeled of my sundress and suit and inspected my skin, making sure I had done an adequate job with the sunscreen. Against the stark, white tile of the bathroom, I looked so dark, adding to the effect my already blonde hair had paled in the sun. My skin felt warm to the touch but without the heat of a sunburn.

I got into the barely warm shower and the water hitting my skin filled the shower with the smells of our day, the combination of sweat, salt and sun. I rinsed the last bits of sand from my body, closed my eyes and let the spray hit my face. I heard the curtain move and felt Dylan’s arms circle my waist pressing his body into the back of mine.

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Anonymous said... June 12, 2008 at 9:57 AM  

OK these installments, while delicious, kill me! I am dying to know what happens next!!

formerly fun said... June 12, 2008 at 3:10 PM  

That's the point Melis, notice I always break RIGHT BEFORE THE NOOKIE. ha, stay tuned.

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