After our breathing calmed, Britton swept me into a warm bath. I am guessing I most have dozed briefly as his en suite was now filled with soft candlelight and the tub was practically spilling over with bubbles that smelled lightly of citrus and maybe geraniums – it was tart and crisp but not girly or masculine. Seeing the near mess, I guessed that bubbles were not his usual deal. In fact, he had always smelled closer to powder or leather. Soft and warm, from a shower. Stepping into the tub, he lowered me in front of him as he sat back and I filled the space between his long legs as they stretched the length of the tub. “Izzy, let’s lay here a moment and then get cleaned up. How are you feeling?” he asked gently, his lips just against my neck, below my ear. I turned my head toward his lips but couldn’t reach them. Whispering, I managed, “I am literally exhausted.” “Literally?” he joked and I giggled softly as his teasing. “Britton, I feel wonderful and literally, as if I have no bones.” “Ahh, that literally…” I could feel his lips curl up against my neck. “In that case, maybe I need to feel you again – hungry?” “If I could move, I might be hungry. What do you have in mind?” It was my turn to tease as my hand drifted to his thigh and run up the outside just enough to see what he was thinking. “Iz, believe it or not, I am hungry for food, and then you. Ceviche is not really that filling…” Britton’s hand found mine on his thigh and pulled it to his lips. He nipped at my palm and then placed it softly back on my tummy. “Baby, let’s finish up here and I’ll make you an omelette,” I suggested. I felt his stomach rumble and knew we needed to move soon. “Come on, hand me your girly puff so I can finish up.” “Izzy, you wound me: I got th... ... middle of paper ... ...nd had posted great shots of it on Facebook and Instagram. The next morning, he didn’t get out of bed. No one thought about it until it got to be about 1PM. When Britton’s mom suggested he go find his brother, Sean was still out and hard to wake. Shaking him roughly, Britton had finally woken him and Sean got out of bed only to fall down immediately. Calling his mom, Britton freaked out to see his brother so weak. In the end, a weak Sean was taken to the docter’s and then to the hospital. Tests were done and results were devastating. “Iz, that’s all I’ve got tonight.” Somewhere in the middle of all this, I had placed an omelette in front of him, which he had eaten with more appetite than I felt and we had each had another two fingers of boose. He lifted our plates to the sink and grabbed my hand, kissing my fingertips. “To bed, I need you. Now,” were his last words.
Rubbing his belly Joey expressed, "I haven 't had my mother 's mashed potato recipe in weeks. Let 's have the dinner tonight!"
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
...rned my head toward his,tucked my long brown hair behind my ear, took my face with both of his hands and told me that everything would be okay. Ben pulled my face to his a gently kissed my forehead and then pulled my head to his chest, which was warm, and strong.
pile against his chest. Then he sat back and looked at the water with bright excited eyes.”
“Hey, are you hungry at all? I am. Thought I’d cook something up if you were too—?”
She took a moment to answer. “Nothing. I just have a lot on my mind.”
Gently he slipped inside her, for a second it felt strange, before feeling like this was exactly where she was meant to be. As he started to move, the pressure built within her, coiling in her stomach. Pushing her higher with every thrust.
He would weave a story about watching Callie fall from the helicopter into the choppy, bright blue, Caribbean waters. About the way she hanged off, and how he tried to reach about a grab her, but it was too late. The truth was though, that none of Sean’s dreams about La Huerta were nightmares. In a way he wished that they were, because in his dreams, Callie was always alive. Then, he would wake up the next morning to an empty bed, and the stinging realization that it wasn’t real. That she was gone.
“Dinner date with Dave! Sorry, no time to talk! He’ll be here in thirty minutes!” She practically jumped out of her seat, almost knocking her plate full of chicken, broccoli, and rice to the ground. She raced to her room.
“What about some snacks incase we get hungry throughout the day?” Savannah said as she was rummaging through the cupboards.
"Why didn't you say anything before, boys? Of course you are hungry! Young children like yourselves need nourishment! The cook has prepared hors d'oeuvres and bouillabaisse. After, you can go enjoy the wonderful bath that awaits you upstairs. Does that sound good?"
Jack was silent with a slight grin on his face. I told him I was hungry and we drove to the nearest fast food restaurant. I just really needed some mini churros in my belly more than anything. I stare...
...of chili and three spaghetti-o’s. After he had finished eating he decided that he had better get some rest, he went to bed in the small cot he found in the corner. He slept well in the warmth of the cabin, but awoke to the sound of a gasoline engine. Startled he looked around and saw a woman rekindling the fire. She saw him looking at her and told him he was ok, and that when he was ready her husband would take him back to town. She had already made coffee and some pancakes, and told him he was more than welcome to have some.
cool breeze that played through my hair - and I was tempted to take mouthfuls of the rich air, fragrant with flavours of freedom and independence.This was a