His lungs burned from lack of oxygen and his muscles screamed from the torment he put them through. He didn’t care. He pushed harder, faster, needing to run through his pain. He’d tried swimming out to the dolphins earlier, thought playing with them might take his mind off Sienna. But his punishing strokes through the water must have scared them off. When he’d arrived at the spot where he’d seen them frolicking just moments before, they’d scattered. He’d tried sailing, hoping the wind through his hair would blow the cobwebs from his mind, help him see he’d made the right choice in letting Sienna go. Sitting on the cat had done nothing but remind him of the day before, when Sienna had sat beside him and confessed she’d had a crush on him for five years. Confessed that all she’d wanted to do, even if it only lasted five minutes, was fuck his brains out. The memory had him bent over in agony. He’d let the anguish wash through him, eat him alive, and then he’d turned the Hobie around and sailed back to shore.
