KISSING
EDEN by T.A. Foster
March 2014
Have you ever thought of taking a
vacation alone? I mean step on a plane, check into your hotel, and lie on the
beach completely and utterly alone. No? Me either, but then right before senior
spring break I got dumped.
Something about break ups makes you do
things you didn’t want to do, and try things you didn’t know you were capable
of.
That’s how I ended up at the Palm
Palace.
That’s how I met Grey.
That’s how my spring break turned into
the most unforgettable week of my life.
KISSING EDEN
“Can I help or something?” I walked closer to the tub, admiring
the view hovering above me.
“Yeah, I think the smaller wrench is on the vanity. Can you get
it for me? I don’t want to move.” He nodded at the placement of his
feet.
“Don’t do that. It looks like you could fall. I’ll get it.” I reached for
the wrench and handed it to him.
“Thanks. I think I’m almost done.” He fastened the end of the
wrench behind the showerhead and twisted the head a few times.
“I made some headway this morning on your numbers.”
“Really? What did you figure out, numbersmith?” His attention
was on the pipe in front of him.
“It seems like you might have a few decisions to make.” I didn’t
know how open Grey would be to discussing the real estate offers
with me, but the reality of his situation called for a serious resolution.
“Good. I think that’s fixed. This room is done.”
Grey made a triumphant hop straight up and landed with both
feet in the tub. I smiled at him, just as the showerhead sputtered to
the floor of the tub and water spewed from the open pipe. I shrieked
as I was doused in cold water.
“Turn it off! Can’t you turn it off?” I giggled while trying to turn
the handles. Grey reached for the pipe above me, twisting the nozzle
until the geyser ceased.
“Dammit. That actually didn’t work.” He rested his forehead
against the shower wall. “So much for trying to save on parts.” Water
trickled down the back of his neck.
I stood, my drenched clothes clinging to me. A few seconds
passed before Grey turned around.
“Oh my God, I got you completely soaked. Sorry.” He laughed
as he tried to wipe the water from his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m not the only one. Look at you.” I pointed to his white
T-shirt. It hugged every muscle on his torso and it had become
almost transparent from absorbing the water. My fingers reached
forward, needing to trace the lines the wet shirt made against his
skin.
I inhaled sharply, recognizing the shift in the mood. I felt his
gaze lingering over the V of my throat, and the involuntary twinge
in my belly as I looked into his eyes. The space between us was so
charged with energy, it felt thick enough to grasp and push aside, like
a curtain.
Grey pivoted as if he was going to step out of the tub. “M-
maybe I should get us some towels.”
I remembered how it felt last night when we were so tangled
around each other it was hard to breathe. I wanted that feeling again.
I wanted him.
“Grey, wait.” I clenched a handful of his wet shirt in my fist,
preventing him from moving past me.
T.A.
Foster once spent a monthlong spring break on South Padre Island, where she
soaked in the Texas sun, beach, and learned what real Texas country music is.
Sometimes fiction does spring from reality.
She
grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks
and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two
children, and two canine kiddos.
T.A.
has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the
University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in
Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing
her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you
can find her reading, writing, or planning her next beach trip.
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