“Be with me.” I suggest, breathless, in between kisses. “Lay on the beach, dinner, and after…?” I wink. She blushes, sheltering beneath her black fedora. I smirk. “Wanna feel the shadows?” She asks beneath the sheets. It’s late now. “How do you do that?” I ask. “Close your eyes. We’ll feel them always,” she says. I close them. “What is that?” Fear stirs inside me. “Is that it?” “Quiet. Listen,” she instructs me. I was… “I swear I heard — oh no—” Her palm slaps across my lipstick. “That’s it?” I mumble beneath vanilla scented fingers. She nods, her silk strands dance on my neck. I quit breathing, to hear… “They’re all around me.” My whispers are dots of soft sand, but my heart is a drummer. “It’s okay…” she beams. Feet scrape across the floor, circling us. “It’s cold now…” I free my eyes. No one’s here. Not even the ocean sounds. She’s gone. But they remain. Closer now, haunted air. “Help!” A pathetic scream. No one hears over the ocean’s magnificent roar. I smell them… “Don’t!” I cry. It’s no use… They’re under the sheets. Vanilla scented cold shadows grip my legs. I’m gone… Hers, always.
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