Chapters (56)
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
"Or other stuff." Brennan added while wiggling his eyebrows "Sex on the beach should just be a cocktail. Not a Stone and Ella Monday evening."
Picking up a handful of sand, I threw it at Brennan.
He threw some back and chuckled while doing so.
Stone sat there silently watching me with a look of deep thought for the rest of the day.
I wished that I could explain the comfort that I got from the dark eyes following my every move.
It did not make any sense, but it did not need to. I did not want to unravel the mystery that was us. I feared that it would end whatever it was we had. I did not want it to end. I wanted it to last for as long as possible.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Six
The chicken was taking far too long to cook. That is why I started to read a book in one hand while I stirred the mixture in the pan with my other.
I had also been watching the darkness take over the sky and cast a shadow on the apartment buildings across the street.
That was until Lana had called.
I had expected her to call as soon as we got back from the beach. I could tell there was something off about her since then.
My phone laid on the kitchen table and on speaker as I continued to mess around with the food.
Lana's voice came from across the speaker loud and slightly muffled "It is so awkward. You do not understand. When it comes to small talk, we are okay. Then we get to deeper and more intimate, and it goes to a mess. We have to put so much work in romantically."
"Have you talked to Brennan about this?"
She gasped like the idea was absurd.
"I love Brennan. He is perfect." She said as if she was talking about something as normal as the weather "I do not want to lose him and I would if I mentioned how I was feeling."
"What about how you are feeling?" I asked her.
"I can’t just tell him that I think we are losing our spark."
I was not exactly good at this whole relationship advice thing. It was Lana's first relationship, so it was my first time trying to come up with half-decent advice.
The only real experience of love I had was in books and movies. Fictional relationships were always farfetched, so I did not have a lot to go on. I had read as extreme as protagonists ending up in comas or moving halfway around the world to be with their loved one and I was not going to recommend that to her.
"The only way to know is to have a conversation. You deserve to be heard but Brennan also deserves to know where he stands." I told her.
"Sometimes I..." she trailed off.
"What?" I asked gently.