I let out a happy sigh. “I like it when you're chatty.” He's been pretty forthcoming tonight, and I've quite enjoyed getting to know him better.
“Don't get used to it,” he grumbles after a few seconds, and I can't help the giggle that escapes.
CHAPTER 15
Jacob
Thirty minutes. That's how long I sat unmoving after she fell asleep on my shoulder. I guess getting all emotional took a toll on her.
I couldn't stay sitting there, though. I started getting an anxious feeling itching all over my body the longer I sat with her stuck to my side. I carefully pushed her to lean on the other end of the couch and then went and sat in the armchair for a while instead.
With my hands clasped under my chin, I leaned on my knees, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest and the pieces of hair that fluttered with each breath she took. She was so pretty.
As much as I liked watching her, my mind still wouldn't settle. Talking to her had brought up a lot of memories. And all the thoughts that went through my mind at my lowest point swirled around in my head.
Instead of hanging around any longer, I got up and came out to my boat, and I've been out here on the water ever since, laying back on the bow. Being on Gracehas always been calming for me. Or maybe it's just being out on the water.
At first, I just stared out into the black sky, watching the stars move slowly, but now that the sun is starting to rise, I stare out at the endless ocean in front of me.
I can't tell what it is that's bothering me exactly.
Maybe it's that I haven't had anyone actually believe me before.
No one has ever been so clearly upset by what I've endured.
No one has ever told me that they'd stick by my side and have me actually believe it.
No one has ever looked at me the way she did.
And I've definitely never wanted to fuck somebody as much I do her.
I wanted so badly to grab her and sink my dick inside her pussy. But because I've been told that I was a disgusting pervert for so long, now even just thinking those types of things fucks with my head. I guess in a way, it's hard to see myself as anything other than what I've been called, and I don't want to sully her.
At the same time, I really want to.
Sitting up, I decide to throw a few lines in while I'm out here. I should have already been trying to catch something, but my mind was elsewhere.
A couple of hours later, when I've made two catches, I turn Grace around and head back to shore. I wonder if Remi will still be there? I didn't leave her a message or anything. I guess I probably should have. I wasn't exactly thinking about it eight hours ago when I first left.
The fact that I didn't sleep all night starts to hit me by the time I make it back to the dock, and my eyes start feeling heavy. Glancing down at the water, I decide to jump in for a quick swim, thinking that maybe it'll wake me up.
I moor my boat and then peel off my jeans and t-shirt, jumping into the ocean below a moment later.
The cool ocean instantly awakens my body and drowns out the negative thoughts that were plaguing me all night. I stay under the water, expending some energy by swimming hard in whatever direction I'm facing.
When my lungs begin to burn, I finally push up to the surface to take in some air. As I breathe in deeply, I look back in the direction of my home to see someone leaning against my truck. And it's not Remi.
“What the fuck?”
I quickly swim to the shore and walk up the beach to my truck parked on the driveway, not giving a shit that I'm only in my boxer briefs.
The guy pushes off the hood when he sees me coming and then takes another bite of the apple in his hand. I don't particularly pay too much attention to the people in this town, so it doesn't surprise me that I don't recognize him at all.
People have been messing with my truck for months now, but they've never hung around to chat, especially not at this time of the morning. So I have no idea what the deal with this guy is.
“Can I help you?” I ask in an irritated tone.
“This your truck?” He jerks his head at it.