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Wiping away my tears, we head back outside and I try not to think about the fact that I’m certain he was talking about more than the inn.

Before we part ways, he reaches into his back pocket and hands me some folded pieces of paper. I should refuse to take them and just walk away, telling him to stop trying to pull me back to the past, but I don’t. I accept them without a word, get into my golf cart and race back to the inn as fast as I can, where I lock myself in my room and read through the pages of our history, crying harder than I did in the Visitor’s Center.





Chapter 23




From Fisher’s High School Journal

June 22, 2002


The sound of the waves crashing against the beach a few hundred yards away from us as well as Lucy’s soft, breathy moans fill my ear as I slowly push my way inside of her.

She lets out a small gasp of pain and I immediately stop and pull my head back to look into her eyes.

“I’m sorry! Shit, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Lucy smiles up at me and I can see tears glistening in her eyes from the light of the moon shining high above us. She reaches up and runs her fingers gently through my hair, over and over, while wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me closer.

“I’m fine, Fisher. I swear, I’m fine, just keep going.”

She arches up and presses her lips to mine and I have no other choice but to keep going. I move as slowly as possible, even though it’s killing me. She’s feels so amazing wrapped around me that I want to sink myself inside of her as hard as I can to relieve the ache that’s forming in my f*cking balls.

My tongue slides through her mouth as slowly as my cock inside of her and she responds immediately, moving her hips against me.

We’ve been officially dating for a little over seven months and I told her numerous times that I was perfectly fine doing what we had already been doing and didn’t need anything more. For the first time since I lost my own virginity at fifteen, I didn’t need sex to prove anything with a girl, but Lucy was insistent that she was ready. I’m not going to lie, I’ve wanted to have sex with her since the first moment I kissed her, but finding new and creative ways to make her come over the last seven months has been nothing short of heaven. In theory, it would have been nice to have this happen spontaneously without any planning, but this was her virginity we’re talking about here. I wanted it to be special and romantic and I did everything I could to make that happen. In the center of a heart-shaped collection of Mason jars illuminated by the candles I’d placed inside each of them, I’d spread out several layers of blankets on the sand to keep it away from us. It wasn’t a bed, but it was the best I could do considering we both still lived at home, her with her parents and me with my grandfather, and privacy was pretty hard to come by.

Bringing her here to the base of the lighthouse where I first realized I was falling for her made it even more special.

“I love you, Lucy. I love you so much,” I whisper in her ear as we rock against each other. I’d thrown a blanket over my ass, shielding both of us from prying eyes should someone decide to come out to the lighthouse.

Her legs tighten around my hips and she pulls me closer, moves me deeper with the muscles in her thighs. I want this to last much longer than it will. I can already feel my orgasm rushing up inside of me and I try to slow it down, but the soft sounds of Lucy’s sighs and her warm breath against my ear are making that impossible. I’m as soft and gentle with her as I can possibly be, showing her as best I can how much she means to me.

Lucy’s hands runs down my back until she’s clutching my ass, urging me to keep going and I get completely lost inside of her. The two orgasms I gave her with my hands and mouth to make sure she was plenty ready for me before I slid into her are the only reason I don’t feel like a two-pump chump. I knew I would hurt her and I wanted to do whatever I could to make it easier.

She whispers how much she loves me and how good I feel inside of her and that’s the end of me thinking I could make this last. Her soft voice saying something so hot pushes me right over the edge and I moan her name against the side of her neck as I come.

After taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I slowly roll off of her and dispose of the condom in a plastic shopping bag that holds the box of Trojans I bought earlier today. Pulling her body against mine, I curl the two of us on our sides and tug the blanket up over both of us. We stare out at the Atlantic, the light from the lighthouse shimmering over the surface of the water every couple of seconds.