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“I can hardly believe you haven’t ever touched one.”

His words were like throwing cold water on her. All herardor immediately drained as she remembered she was lying to him. As if sensing the mood change, he went back to instructing her, even with his dick poking her ass. He showed her how to flick her wrist so the Frisbee can catch the wind and fly farther. Then he stepped back.

“Go ahead,” he instructed. “Try it again.”

She followed his instructions and the Frisbee took off, soaring over the sand. Elation filled her. It might be something silly, but it meant a lot. It proved she wasn’t just the socialite waiting for an arranged marriage. Emmie laughed, filled with an excitement Coleson probably couldn’t understand. These little trivial things that most people took for granted meant the world when she mastered them. She didn’t have to be a pro or a record breaker, but the simple fact that she made a Frisbee soar on the wind thrilled her. Coleson jogged away once more, grabbed the Frisbee, and returned it to her. She ran, caught it, and sailed it back. The disc didn’t fly as far as his did, but that didn’t matter. She was having fun.

After a while, they ended the game and started racing the waves. They’d chase when the water receded, and then ran away when it surged back. Emmie didn’t think she’d ever laughed as much. He’d tease her by picking her up and threatening he was going to throw her in, and she’d squeal and thrash around until he relented.

Night had fallen by the time they made it back to his house. With the absence of streetlights and a million cars, it was utterly dark except for the moon shining down. The muted sound of crashing waves the only symphony. After washing up, Coleson made them turkey sandwiches with fruit salad as their dinner.

“Can I ask you a question?”

He nodded. “Ask me anything.”

“Are you going to keep this house or sell it?”

He took a bite and washed it down with his soda before trying to answer. “I think I’m going to keep it. Renovate it, of course, but I love it here.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“You’re from New York City, right?”

“Born and raised, only now…” she trailed off with a shrug. “There’re too many people. I love city life, just not with eight million people living on the boroughs. I think I’m going to downgrade when I get back.”

“That’s an interesting way of saying you’re going to move. Anywhere in particular?”

She shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to do some research.”

“May I add St. Louis to your research?”

“Why St. Louis?”

This time,heshrugged. “I happen to live there.”

Emmie blinked and then smiled. “Okay. I’ll put it on the possibility list.”

After they ate, she helped him clean up. Then he took her hand in his and threaded their fingers together.

“I know we’ve been on the beach all day, but do you wanna go for a walk?” he asked, gesturing back to the beach.

“I’d like that,” she replied.

They walked along the coastline with their pant legs rolled up, as the cold Atlantic tickled their bare feet. Coleson was a quiet presence by her side, lending support even if he didn’t realize it. In Jacoby’s journal, he had written about leaving their old life behind, as if the tide would take away all the hurt and bad memories. How ironic she may be the one leaving it all behind.

“You know,” she said, “if you listen closely, you can hear the hiss as the sun settles into the ocean.”

“That’s not a thing.”

“Yes, it is!” She laughed. “Once, I bet Jaco-uh, my brotherfive dollars he couldn’t hear the hiss.”

“You swindler,” he teased. “What did you do with your windfall?”

“Blew it all on candy, obviously. Had a terrible licorice habit growing up.”

“Black or red?”

“Both. Duh. Only savages don’t eat licorice.”

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