After Hours

by Lola Black

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Freya wandered upstairs and into the master bedroom. She opened the French doors that led out onto the balcony and stood outside, the cool sea air sobering her a little. The pregnant moon seemed to hang low over the cliffs, darkly illuminating where Freya stood.
“You okay?”
Freya turned around to see Jamie standing in the balcony doorway behind her.
“Yeah, I just needed some air,” she said, running a hand through her long hair. Jamie came out to stand beside her, leaning his elbows on the railing as he looked out over the cliffs. “What are you doing out here?” she asked.
“Looking for you,” he said, not looking at her. She turned her head and watched him in the moonlight. He finally glanced over at her.
“Why are you staring at me?” he asked, sounding self conscious. She stood up straighter, fully facing him. He turned away from the view to look at her and she took a step closer, closing the small ocean between them. Jamie only hesitated for a moment before leaning in and kissing her. She met his lips with hers and returned the embrace, folding her mouth to his as she tried to push Christopher and his date far away from her mind. Jamie wrapped an arm around her waist, his fingertips skimming the area where her tank top gapped away from her jeans. She curled a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her as she pressed her body against his. Her hand slid around to his face, her fingers trailing along the scruff of his jawline. He slid his hand under the back of her shirt, his palm flat against her lower back. She tugged at his t-shirt, pulling it off over his head and he led her inside, kissing her as they made their way to the bed, covered in a marshmallowy comforter.