Sticks and Stones and Rising Voices
six
Ewan's arms wrapped around her. Ione's fingers balled the front of his sweatshirt. A salty breeze tilted through the open door and into the bedroom, refreshing to his senses. He breathed deep and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you." she whispered.
They curled into each other like the waves. Her forehead rested between his neck and shoulder. His skin smelled like spice.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Yeah." her voice was shy.
Ione ran her fingers along his stubbled jaw. He was like the sand. There and not. She cupped his neck and held on to him as best she could, allowing the breeze to dance over her skin.
"I love you." she whispered.
They curled into each other like the waves. Her forehead rested between his neck and shoulder. His skin smelled like spice.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Yeah." her voice was shy.
Ione ran her fingers along his stubbled jaw. He was like the sand. There and not. She cupped his neck and held on to him as best she could, allowing the breeze to dance over her skin.