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Chapter 21

Henri
M y lungs are burning. I pick up the pace. I run harder. My feet dig into

the sand. I want you.
“Fuck!”

I yell in a somewhat deserted part of the beach. It’s not working. I cannot
outrun my sexual frustration. I cannot outrun my reaction to seeing her in that
damn bikini. I cannot outrun how it felt to rub her body.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I kick the sand and pace with my hands on my hips until
I catch my breath.

I’m not crazy. Am I? Wait, don’t answer that. I know Sanya said she wanted
me. I just know it. I recount the moment.
I’d walked towards her holding food. She stood in one spot waiting for me and
ignored everything else. I couldn’t see her eyes because of her shades. But, she was biting
her bottom lip. I’d zoned in with laser-like focus because I wanted to kiss her. Then
her lips moved.

“I want you.”
It was plain and clear. My heart kicked up. My skin tingled. All my blood
started to flow to my dick. This is it; It is go time! I thought as I rushed to her, hoping,
I’d hear her say it. Instead, she’d clammed up.
I’m not stupid. I know Sanya wants me. She’d practically purred when I put
sunscreen on her. I see the way she looks at me. At my body. I have her drunken
confessions. We’ve been stuck on this course for a while. If I have to put a time
frame on it, I would say from the moment I moved in. If I’m being brutally honest?