“Hi” she returned softly. They fell into step walking along the beach that Carrie was now familiar with. “How did you sleep?” he asked. Picking up a stick to throw out to Beau. Well, what could she say? Hmm no, I had a nightmare and cried myself to sleep! But instead she replied. “I slept okay, how about you?” “Not so great,” Carrie stopped walking. “Why?” “I couldn’t stop thinking about you” He pulled her forward into his arms. His aftershave was just as sharp and citrusy as she remembered. His lips brushed hers, gently at first before deepening. On a will of their own her hands were cupping his face and pulling him into her. She could taste the toothpaste he had used as their tongues circled and stroked each other. What was supposed to be a gentle ‘hello’ was becoming much more. “Is it wrong to feel glad that your sleep wasn’t so great?” she whispered against his mouth as they kissed. “You are wicked Carrie, it’s not so good when I have meetings to attend and a business to take care of but I think as its you I can make an exception to my sleep pattern.”
