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The Open Horizon
I thought the sea was going to swallow us whole when Julian dragged me into the crashing waves.The ice cold water slammed against my chest, knocking the breath clean out of my lungs as the morning sun hit the blue water. I screamed, laughing and coughing at the same time as a big wave crashed right over my head.Get back here, I shouted, wiping the salty foam out of my eyes and kicking my legs against the current.Julian stood waist deep in the tide, his broad chest glistening in the bright light, his silver hair plastered back against his head. He reached out and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me effortlessly off my feet as another wave rolled past us.Are you afraid of a little water, Julian asked, his hazel eyes sparkling with a bright, easy joy I had never seen on his face before.It is freezing, I yelled, wrapping my arms tight around his warm neck and shivering against his chest.You are soft, Liam, he teased, pulling me higher against his chest so the cold tide only hit my t
The salt and the Flame
A sharp, violent knock on the motel door shattered the quiet morning.I sat up so fast my head spun, my hand instantly flying out to grab Julian's arm. He was awake before I even touched him, his hazel eyes wide, dark, and dangerous in the pale morning light streaming through the curtains.Who is that, I whispered, my voice shaking as the heavy wooden door rattled in its frame again.Stay behind me, Julian growled, his voice low and raspy from sleep.He slid out of the bed, his bare chest broad and glowing faintly in the dim room, and walked over to the door. He did not look through the tiny peephole. He just grabbed the brass handle and pulled it open, his long body blocking the entrance completely.Housekeeping, a young guy in a blue uniform said, stepping back quickly when he saw Julian's size. I saw the door cracked open and thought you folks checked out early.We are still here, Julian said, his voice flat and unyielding.Right, sorry to bother you, the guy stammered, his eyes da
The Midnight Tide
A sudden shadow blocked out the moonlight streaming through our motel window.I sat up in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at the dark figure standing on our private wooden balcony right outside the open glass door.Julian, I whispered, reaching out to shake his bare shoulder. Someone is out there.Julian was on his feet before I could even draw another breath. He stood naked in the pale moonlight, his broad body casting a massive shadow across the wooden floorboards as he moved toward the glass door.Who are you, Julian growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the quiet room.The figure stepped out of the dark and into the moonlight. It was an elderly man wearing a faded yellow raincoat, holding a wooden broom against his shoulder.Calm down, son, the old man said, raising his free hand in the air. I am just sweeping the dry sand off the walkways before the high tide rolls in.We are trying to sleep, Julian said, his broad hands resting flat
The Ocean Edge
The smell of salt hit my lungs so fast I thought I was drowning.I snapped my eyes open, the sudden rush of cool, wet air cutting right through the warm haze of my sleep. Outside the dirty bus window, the pine trees had vanished, replaced by vast stretches of gray sand and crashing white waves under a soft sunset sky.Liam, wake up, Julian whispered, his voice trembling right against my ear. Look at it.I turned my head. Julian was pressed flat against the glass, his hazel eyes wide like a child seeing light for the very first time. His broad shoulders were tense, his breath fogging up the window pane as he stared at the endless water rolling in from the horizon.Is that the ocean, he asked, his hand gripping my thigh so hard his knuckles turned pale.That is the ocean, I said, reaching over to place my hand over his. No boundaries. No walls.The bus squealed to a final halt in front of a small, weather-beaten wooden terminal sitting right on the coastal highway. The driver hit a leve
The Ticket to the Coast
The bus ticket seller looked at my stack of hundred dollar bills like I had just handed him a bag of stolen diamonds.He was a skinny man sitting behind a grease stained glass partition at the tiny regional depot. He wiped his greasy nose with his sleeve, picked up one of the bills, and held it up to the yellow light bulb hanging above his head.Is this real money, he asked, his voice sharp and suspicious.It came straight from the bank manager at the diner down the road, I said, keeping my hands resting flat on the wooden counter. We need two tickets on the next express bus heading all the way to the coast.The man looked past my shoulder at Julian. Julian was wearing a brand new black t shirt we bought at the gas station down the street, but he was still towering over the luggage racks, his sharp hazel eyes scanning every corner of the waiting room like he expected a squad of guards to crash through the double doors at any second.Your friend looks like he wants to break my bus, the
The Golden Coin
The glass door of the roadside diner had barely closed behind us when every head in the building turned to stare.I held my breath, my hand instinctively tightening around Julian's fingers. We stood on a sticky, faded rug right beneath a noisy ceiling fan, smelling bacon grease, burnt coffee, and hot syrup.Sit wherever you like, honey, a waitress called out from behind a long counter.She was an older woman with bright red hair held up in a messy bun, carrying a glass pot of dark coffee in her right hand.We walked toward a booth near the back window. Julian moved with that heavy, graceful stance that made him look twice as big as anyone else in the room. He slid into the red vinyl seat across from me, his long knees knocking against mine under the narrow table.This place is very bright, Julian whispered, his hazel eyes darting from the neon clock on the wall to the metal toaster sitting on the counter.It is a diner, I said softly, leaning across the small table. It is where people
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