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He slips his long finger inside of me. “I try not to think about it,” I moan into him, arching my back as my body fills with pleasure.

Steam fills the room. “Well,” he pauses, gripping my hips and flipping me toward him so I’m straddling him, “I do think about it. And it does drive me fucking mad.” He grits his teeth, lifting my hips with his hands and slamming me down onto his hard, throbbing cock.

“Foster.” I let out a long, high pitched moan as my nerve endings get set on fire. “Fuck!” I gasp as I feel him fill every inch of me.

I don’t have to do anything; his powerful hands are doing all of the work. “It’s nearly fucking unfathomable,” he grunts, pounding me harder against him. “The thought of anything happening to you …”

I expose my neck to him, and his fingers carefully wrap around it. “What does it make you want to do?” I ask in an unfamiliar, breathy voice.

“To fuck you so you never forget me.”

And instead of talking this through like we should.

Instead of discussing our trauma, lies, and pain.

We crash into each other like the roaring waves outside.

As thunder encases the house.

As lightning crackles around.

We brew our own storm … between us.

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Sunlight beams into the room, and I curse at the bright light.

We spent the better half of the night in the bathtub and the other half tangled on the bed.

But during the course of our wild abandon, we drank two bottles of wine.

I slip on a pair of sunglasses and wrap a robe around myself before stepping out onto the balcony.

Aside from the hurricane bringing branches onto the sands, it’s like everything has been reborn.

Palm trees have shaken off their dead leaves, and the sidewalk is freshly washed from the rain. The rushing waters from the night before have made way for a new, calm tide.

Storms can be transformative; I know that first-hand.

Foster sinks his arms around me, tucking his chin on my shoulder. “Good morning, Skyler.”

I smile from his touch; it warms my entire existence. “What do you want to do today?”

He turns my body, positioning my line of a sight to the bed. A laugh escapes me.

“You’re insatiable.”

* * *

The beating sunhas fallen down and made way for the full moon. Our day consisted of having fun in bed, on the balcony, in the shower. Honestly, everything you should be doing on vacation.

Then, in the afternoon we took a dip in the ocean with our friends. I have to admit, the water is really pretty but nothing like we have at home. When we get back to Miami, I want us to all have a nice, long beach day.

Now, with it being dark out, we decided on a date night with just the two of us. Ryder and Kate were locked in their room together even longer than we were.

Pink and purple clouds roll overhead as we make our way down the boardwalk hand in hand. It’s beautiful here, and the cotton candy sky makes the air sweeter. The scent of funnel cakes and caramel apples dance through the air.

“What will impress you?” Foster nods his head towards a row of carnival games.