Silver Tears(25)

“I like you,” said David.

The words were intermittent, through chattering teeth.

And Faye smiled, because the whole thing was so crazy. She felt so warm inside herself that for a while she forgot about the cold. She wanted to answer but remained silent. She had promised herself she wouldn’t fall in love with anyone, but she knew that her defenses were beginning to crumble. David made her laugh, and he was a gentleman without any hidden motives. On the contrary, he was a successful businessman who understood her work and he had a smile that made her heart melt—even in this cold, cold water.

When they had gotten out of the water and quickly put their clothes back on, David rubbed her upper arms to warm her.

“What should we do now?” she asked.

She realized that she didn’t want to go back to the hotel room.

David looked mischievous.

“Come with me,” he said, slipping on his shoes.

She followed him toward the yacht club on the far side of the Djurg?rden Bridge. Her hair was plastered to her shoulders and back as they jogged to warm up. They stopped at the gate. David peered into the guard’s hut, noted it was empty, and climbed over the fence.



“There’s a camera,” said Faye, pointing.

“Don’t worry,” he said, once he had landed on the far side. “I’ve got a friend with a boat here. He won’t be upset if we borrow it.”

Faye tentatively raised her foot, grabbed hold of the fence, and heaved herself onto the other side, where David caught her.

He surveyed the boats.

“There it is,” he exclaimed, pointing to a large motorboat moored farthest away.

The next moment, he grabbed her hand and dragged her along.

They climbed aboard and David crouched, fumbling with his hand under a white seat cushion, before holding up a set of keys with a triumphant smile. He unlocked the cabin and Faye went in, relishing the warmth. They took off their wet clothes and wrapped themselves up in large bath towels that David found.

“Whose is the boat?” Faye asked. She sat down on a sofa while he rooted through the compartments in the kitchen.

“A good friend’s,” he repeated, before exclaiming: “Well, look what we have here! Whiskey!”

He poured two glasses and passed her one before settling down beside her. The spirit warmed her body from within. Waves lapped against the hull, making the boat rock pleasantly. A child’s barrette with Elsa from Frozen and a large blue rosette on it was lying on the side and she played with it distractedly. It reminded her of Julienne. She loved Elsa and liked to sing “Let it gooooo” in her best attempt at English.

“Where did you go?”

David looked at her tenderly. Then he saw the barrette and gasped.

“Sorry…I…”

Faye put a hand on his arm to show that it was fine. She was touched that, sensing the barrette had triggered thoughts of Julienne, his first thought was to shield her from painful memories of her murdered daughter. The warmth from his body made her tingle.



David smiled at her.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he replied.

She was close to saying that she liked him too—a delayed response to what he had said to her in the water. Somehow she couldn’t bring herself to. The words got stuck in her throat. Got stuck in her scars. The ones that weren’t visible from the outside.

“Can I visit you when you move out of the Grand tomorrow?” he asked.

“If you like.”

“I would.”

“Me too.”

He sighed with a smile.

“I don’t know what’s up with me, but when I’m with you I’m just so absurdly happy. I’m like a fifteen-year-old, y’know—I want to impress you. I don’t even like wild swimming. And I know it’s no big deal, that you like me too—even if you don’t say it. And I’m grateful to you for opening up to me.”

Faye nodded silently.

“I met him, by the way. A few years ago. Jack. I thought he seemed like a stuck-up, self-satisfied bastard and—”

Faye leaned toward him. She didn’t want to talk any more about Jack. Not now, not ever. She pressed her lips to David’s to silence him. His lips were softer than she had expected.

“We’re not talking about him. We’re not talking about anything other than us—at least not tonight.”

“Deal.”

As if by unspoken agreement, they stood up and took the bottle into the sleeping compartment. The bed was surprisingly large and made up with white sheets.

Faye sat down on the bed. She let the towel fall from her. Underneath it, she was completely naked. She looked into David’s eyes. His gaze was hazy—equal parts whiskey and excitement. He moved toward her slowly, also letting his towel fall. He was already hard. He strode over to Faye, where she was sitting on the edge of the bed, his penis in her eyeline.



Without dropping her gaze from him, Faye took hold of his cock with her hand. She slowly moved her face closer and opened her mouth. At first, she simply let her warm breath envelop his glans. Then she extended her tongue. She licked away a drop of precum. David groaned deeply. He briefly closed his eyes but then opened them again and looked at Faye.

She opened her mouth a little further. Let her lips enclose the end of his cock. Her tongue teased the small frenulum and she enjoyed the gasping sounds coming from David. Slowly, slowly, she took more and more of him into her mouth. She felt a gentle gag reflex but withdrew his cock ever so slightly just before it became uncomfortable. Then in again. And out. She kept her hand around him; her saliva had made his cock wet and slippery and her hand glided with ease.