Howling on the Beach
As the rain continued to pour, I rubbed my eyes while my fingers clutched my cup of European roasted coffee. Rain drops dotted the glass door as I took a sip. ‘Hey, V,’ a soothing, masculine voice coaxed. ‘Looking into the night?’ I felt two soft hands gently grab onto my waist, massaging my skin with his fingers through my pajama pants. ‘Hi, Blade,’ I cooed. ‘I’m waiting for the lightning to stop, babe.’ My best friend, Blade, was simply amazing. He was 5’8, thin, but muscular and a...