So, you could imagine my surprise when he turned up at Sandy’s one early Friday evening with his guitar strap wrapped around him.Īt first, I didn’t realize it was him until he looked over at me. I knew that Jade had spoken to Justin about taking on a few nights, but last I’d heard, he wasn’t interested.

The place would empty out much earlier than normal, and we weren’t getting as many customers in general. Salvatore had managed to fill the spot each night with mediocre local talent, but people were noticing the difference. He was going to let the whole thing go? Or was he just saving it for later when Jade came home? I would have to wait anxiously to find out.īusiness at Sandy’s had really suffered since losing The Ruckus-their headlining band. Just as I opened my mouth to respond, he turned around and walked away back toward the stairs before disappearing. It wasn’t necessarily an angry glare, but it wasn’t a happy or amused look either.Īfter several seconds of silence, he took a deep breath in and said, “You smell like vomit.” I could feel the heat of his body, and my knees started to feel weak. He smelled so effing good, like soap and cologne. He was going to get in my face and do it. He slowly walked toward me, and all of the muscles in my body tightened. My heart was beating out of my chest as he just continued to look at me blankly without saying anything. I braced myself for his humiliating words. Looking painfully handsome in a brown distressed t-shirt that fit his chest like a glove, he just stared me down. He must have taken a shower to wash away the awkwardness of our encounter. His hair was wet, making it appear brown instead of blond.

Justin turned around and finally noticed me standing there. I stood silently behind him and watched as he put the container back. My heart nearly stopped upon finding Justin standing in the kitchen, drinking out of a half-gallon of orange juice. Brushing the sand off my thighs, I made my way back over to the house. Maybe I could convince him not to say anything. I decided that I needed to get home before Jade did. What excuse could I possibly give him that would explain why I was hiding behind his door, watching him ejaculate like it was a Fourth of July fireworks performance? I knew I couldn’t avoid going home forever. It felt like everything was closing in on me. The sun was starting to go down, and the tide was coming in. I collapsed into the sand and must have sat there for over an hour. It was all hitting me again as I stumbled over to the shoreline and vomited into the ocean. I’d gotten so wrapped up in Justin that I’d forgotten how sick I was this afternoon.

At one point, about a mile down the beach, it became necessary to stop and catch my breath, even though I wanted to keep running. Escaping out the front door and down to the water, I continued to run aimlessly on the sand.

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