LondonIt wasn't just my imagination that Sin was acting differently. The long stares I could chalk up to nothing. The strained smiles and the stilted conversations were far from nothing. Something was wrong and I didn't know what it was.He had been the one to bring up the idea of taking a stroll down the beach, then he had pointed out that it wasn't dark enough yet. The last thing I wanted to do was walk on the beach at night. But then, maybe it'd be romantic.Or maybe some slimy sea creature will slither out and curl around my leg. I shuddered."Let's have dinner at the cafeteria." He said.I looked down at my outfit, a black sweatpants I had pilfered from his wardrobe and rolled the waist to keep it up and a brown cardigan. "I'm not dressed for dinner." I pointed out. I was dressed for the cool breeze of the beach, and I had on a sexy white one-piece bathing suit. "Let's go back to the room and have dinner brought up. We can order a bot
LondonWhen I couldn't stand being alone and miserable anymore, I pushed away my half-eaten food in disgust and decided to head back to the room. I wondered if I should get Sin something for his headache. With that thought in mind, I headed for the front desk where one of the resort servers stood.I ended up getting spaghetti and meatballs for him, along with some over-the-counter medicine. I grabbed the food before the server could, thanked him for his service, and insisted on carrying it by myself to our hut when he tried to take it from me.With a bright smile, I headed for the hut.I knew it was empty before I even entered. Sin's presence was heavy and apparent even from far away. I could feel his energy even when he stood far from me, like some kind of radio signal that only I was tuned in to. It started as tingles in my spine and shot down to make bubbles in my belly before exploding into fireworks in my ovaries.I didn't know e
SinclairI found myself unable to stay in the room without her. It felt too empty and desolate without her presence, so I decided to go down to the beach where other people were.On my way there, I was stopped by the receptionist at the front desk."Excuse me Mr Donovan-Wells, a package from New York arrived for you." She said, holding out a brown envelope for me.The back of the envelope had Donovan-Wells and New York written on it, nothing else. I picked it up quizzically. I hadn't been expecting any information, so I assumed it was from and about work. I frowned. The last thing I wanted to do and worry about right then was work. My head was a jumbled mess and I couldn't be trusted with important decision making at that moment. My cognitive skills lay shattered somewhere between finding out I was with a clone and I may have feelings for that clone."Thank you." I folded it and tucked it into my pocket before continuing on my way.The beach
LondonThere was nothing I didn't try to occupy myself with. Nothing worked. Every activity feels like a punishment without Sin. I didn't know how long had passed since I had gotten back to the room and discovered him missing. I didn't want to have to call the front desk and ask if he had left. That would be embarrassing as hell.And also, I didn't want to hear the truth if he had gone. I didn't know what I would do. But as time crawled by, I had to face the reality that maybe he wasn't coming back. He was so done with my elusive ass. He had set up this wonderful vacation from us and done his best to make him happy and all I did was act crazy, uncultured, and skittish about sexual activities.A horrible thought suddenly occurred to me.Oh my God, had sex with me been that bad?Never feel that you are anything less than the most important person in my life. Everything I've ever done for you is because I wanted to and enjoyed
SinclairMy mission to get back to the room as fast as possible was thwarted by an accident. I was walking past the ocean when I heard a woman scream. She was a little ways away from the rest of the beach crowd so nobody else could really hear her over the sound of the waves and general noise.I took to my heels. She was wading into the water and being thrown back when I caught up to her. A little blond boy was sitting quietly staring out into the ocean but on closer inspection, his face was red and he was sobbing. I followed his gaze to see something flailing in the water. I didn't even think. I kicked off my shoes and dove in.All the hours I spent swimming every Saturday morning at the exclusive gym where I was a member paid off as I swam in measured but fast strokes to avoid tiring quickly towards the little girl that was drowning. I blocked out her mother's screams and focused on just getting to the girl. The waves had probably carried
LondonI felt his body tense beneath mine at my question, but it only registered mildly. He didn't leave me. He was here, smelling like leather and spice and him and perfection. He was here and he's - wet. I raised my head and looked down at him. It wasn't just my imagination or my tears. His shirt was transparent and clung to his body."Why are you all wet?" I sniffled. I sat up till I was sitting astride his torso."Went for a little heroic dip in the ocean." he grinned at me. "Why are your eyes all wet?""Was doing a little cathartic release." I quipped back."Baby." His lips formed a straight line."I may have been crying," I mumbled, ducking my head. He cupped my jaw and raised it so my eyes met his."Hey, look at me. Baby girl, why would you think I'd left you?" He asked."I'm just a clingy mess." I tried to brush it off"My clingy mess." He smiled. "And I don't know what kind of moron will leave his wo
SinclairI couldn’t believe I had been so stupid as to have just left Cath… no… London alone like that. I had to get used to referring to her as Cath in public and London in my head so I wouldn’t mistakenly reveal my knowledge of the truth too soon. What had I been thinking? I could just imagine how she had felt coming back to the room and not finding me. The thought made my chest feel tight and achy.What had her tears meant though?Had she been sad about being abandoned?Or sad about being abandoned by me?I would like to imagine it was the second one, but how could I tell? I wanted to just ask her, get everything out in the open and stop hitting my head against the wall over this whole situation. It was bound to drive my crazy sooner than later.“Sleeping already?” I whispered when she had been silent for too long.“No.” she slurred sleepi
LondonHours later, I still shot Sinclair dirty looks over his little game earlier this morning. To my consternation, it only makes him roar in laughter and I’m tempted to punch him in the throat to stop that annoying, mocking sound.I sigh.Of course, I could never do something like that. The thought of harming Sin even if it was just rough play didn’t appeal to me in any way.“I’m going to order breakfast.” He reaches for the phone on the bedside table. “What would you like?”I look up from the magazine I’d had my head buried in all morning. Apparently, the resort had been delivering these magazines every morning with breakfast or coffee but Sin hadn’t thought I’d have any interest in them so he had been sticking them into the bedside drawer.Who wouldn’t be interested in those things?All the different issues with different celebrities