Текст книги "On the Record"

Автор книги: K. A. Linde

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Chapter 13

SLIP THROUGH THEIR FINGERTIPS

Liz awoke the next afternoon with a headache from hell. Her eyes were puffy, her throat was swollen, and she felt as if someone had run her over with a Mack truck. She was equal parts starving and never wanting to eat again.

Why oh why had she ever allowed herself to drink as much as she did?

Rolling over slowly in bed, she peeled her eyes open and tried to let them adjust to the light in the room. Her head spun and she wondered briefly if she was actually still drunk from last night. Moving onto her other side, Liz stared at a little slice of heaven.

A glass of water. A bottle of Gatorade. A thousand milligrams of Tylenol. And a note from Hayden letting her know that he was going to pick them up some lunch. Not that she had any intention of eating anything.

After taking the medicine, she sipped on the Gatorade, trying to drink as much as she could without feeling sick. Last night had been a very bad idea. Fuzzy memories came back to her slowly. But she didn’t remember a lot of what had happened after Massey got there.

Something.

Savannah.

Right. Savannah had shown up. That was so nice of her. She should text her a thank-you.

Liz reached for her phone and stopped just before grabbing it. “Oh no,” she whispered.

Now she remembered.

Brady.

She had texted Brady last night. And he had answered. They had talked back and forth. Had she even called him? Fuck, what had they talked about?

She snatched the phone off the nightstand and pulled up her text messages. Scrolling through them made the sickness she’d had all last night come back full force. Had she actually said those things to Brady? Had she asked him to fly to Chapel Hill to see her? Had he encouraged her?

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. What the hell was she supposed to do?

Liz dropped the phone into her lap on the bed and covered her eyes. She was a fucking idiot. A terrible fucking idiot. She had left Brady eight long months ago. So what was she still doing obsessing over this?

Brady had been drunk and fucking with her last night. No matter what she felt or what she had felt last August . . . that part of her life was over.

And Hayden.

Oh, Hayden . . .

What if he had read the messages? What if he had seen what she had insinuated? What if he had seen how stupid she had been? She didn’t think he had, based on the merry assortment of hangover fixers on the nightstand, but God, what if he had?

Hayden was the nicest person she had ever met. He was a complete gentleman and treated her exactly the way she deserved to be treated. He loved her. And she didn’t deserve him. Not with the way she had acted last night. Not by a long shot. She knew that she had been drunk, beyond drunk, but it wasn’t an excuse. She couldn’t use that to excuse her behavior.

The reality check slapped her in the face.

She couldn’t do this to Hayden. She couldn’t allow herself to become that person. She had never in her life been that person . . . the person she had been last night. It wasn’t an acceptable manner of behavior. She couldn’t live with herself.

Hayden loved her, and maybe she didn’t love him right now, but how did she know that feeling would never flourish if she gave it a real chance? She wasn’t giving Hayden a chance, much like Brady had stifled theirs. It hadn’t been fair to her, and it certainly wasn’t fair to Hayden, who was a much better person than she was.

She never wanted Hayden to have to make the choice that she had made with Brady. She needed to pull back, reevaluate herself.

She owed Hayden a fresh start.

Liz pulled up Brady’s numbers in her phone with trembling hands. She slowly went through each of them and deleted them. She knew his work number by heart, but she doubted that one even worked anymore, so it didn’t matter. She couldn’t have pieces of Brady floating around and reminding her.

She could never take back the words she had shared with Brady last night, but she could learn from what happened. Live and learn from her mistakes.

Graduation came and went without big fanfare.

Hayden’s parents came to town for the week to celebrate and attend the ceremony. Jamie and James flew down a couple days after Hayden’s parents just in time for graduation. Hayden dressed in Carolina-blue graduation robes, and Liz wore a blue dress to match. Hayden had frowned at her bare neck and asked if she was going to wear her birthday present. She had blushed and told him it didn’t go with the outfit. She didn’t want a reminder of Brady at Hayden’s graduation. Easily appeased, Hayden left to find the rest of his class, while Liz entered Kenan Stadium with his family to watch from the bleachers. She had a hard time believing that the time had already come for Hayden to graduate, and that she would be in the same place within a year.

Liz had an amazing time with his family, who were unbelievably welcoming and accepting. She really felt at home with them, and that was encouraging all around.

Jamie and James dropped on everyone that they planned to elope in Hawaii at the beginning of June. They kept insisting that no one else had to attend, but of course everyone told them that they would be there. Liz understood their wanting a small intimate get-together rather than a big affair. That seemed like Jamie.

That left her and Hayden a whole month together where neither of them had school or the paper or anything at all to do besides relax and enjoy each other’s company. Hayden would officially start his job at the Charlotte Times the Monday after Jamie’s wedding, and as much as the two of them tried to hold on to time, it seemed to slip right through their fingertips.

Soon enough their blissful month together came to a close and they were on a plane to Hawaii. Liz had never been before, and was excited to spend some time with Hayden on the beach as much as to see Jamie and James get married.

They arrived in Honolulu late the night before the wedding just in time to see the sunset over the island. The sky lit up into the most gorgeous reds, yellows, pinks, and oranges that Liz had ever seen. She was sure that a sunset never looked more beautiful than in Hawaii, and was so thankful that she was able to experience it.

Hayden grabbed her luggage out of the back of the taxi as soon as it pulled up in front of their resort. It was a gorgeous twenty-story construction on a secluded area off the north coast of Oahu and boasted private beaches, snorkeling excursions to nearby waterfalls, the luxury of a big resort, and the exclusivity and intimacy of a smaller one.

Liz felt a little awkward sharing a room with Hayden, knowing that his parents were going to be in the same hotel. Not that they had connecting rooms or anything. As far as she knew they weren’t even on the same floor. Hayden thought she was being ridiculous. It wasn’t like his parents didn’t know that they were sleeping together. Which of course made sense . . . because they were college students and all. Still it did nothing to alleviate her stress.

The gorgeous view from the tenth floor overlooking the ocean helped make up for it.

As soon as they arrived, though, they had to change and meet everyone in the lobby for an informal rehearsal dinner. The only other people who had flown all this way for the wedding were Meredith, Jamie’s maid of honor, and Nick, who was the best man. After they’d had a great time with friends, good food, and some choice wine, jet lag began to set in, and she and Hayden called it an early night.

Because of the six-hour time difference, Jamie had planned an early-morning wedding on the beach. Liz woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready for the big day. She was practically bouncing up and down on her toes with excitement. She really liked Jamie, and she was so glad to be here for her.

Liz had brought with her a plain coral sundress that flowed down to her ankles, and strappy gold sandals. It wasn’t extravagant, but then again none of this was. She left her hair down in natural beachy waves, pulling one section back with a bobby pin. Her face was sun-kissed from the extra hours she had put in playing tennis in her month break from school, so she only needed light makeup that highlighted her skin.

When she caught a glimpse of Hayden as she exited the shower, she just smiled. He was in khakis and boat shoes with a green polo that accented his eyes. She couldn’t have picked out an outfit that suited him more.

“You ready?” he asked, his eyes roaming her figure.

“Yeah. I’m excited for Jamie. Do you think she’s nervous?”

“She’s probably running around like a maniac, as usual,” Hayden said, shaking his head. “But I think my sister knows that James is the right decision.”

“Oh, I know she does. I kind of love that she didn’t want to plan a wedding. It’s super romantic that they just jet off to a resort for this little private ceremony. Don’t you think?” Liz asked dreamily.

Hayden shrugged, pulling her into him. “I don’t know. I’m a bit more traditional than my sister. I kind of like the idea of a big wedding. Have it all planned out and the anticipation of the event only bringing us closer.”

Liz flushed under his scrutiny as the words washed over her. He was talking about them. Of course, he wasn’t talking about them getting married anytime soon, but she could see in his eyes that he was interested in that. That it was something he wanted.

She hadn’t really thought about it until that moment. What would a lifetime with Hayden be like? She could just see how it would be. He would love her unconditionally, always put her first, plan out their lives. She could see the requisite two and a half kids with a house in the suburbs, a white picket fence, and everything. She could see Hayden’s smiling face greeting her day in and day out. She saw herself happy there.

She had never had that thought with anyone before. At least, not like this. Not realistically.

“What do you think? I would guess you have your dream wedding all planned out,” Hayden said.

“I . . . yeah. I mean, I’ve thought about it. I just thought it would be nice and stress free. Not that eloping is for me, necessarily,” Liz corrected. “I guess I always wanted a big wedding too, with all of my family and friends.”

A broad smile grew on Hayden’s face the longer she spoke. When she finished he leaned forward and kissed her passionately. “You are perfect for me.”

Liz laughed and tried to play it off as if it didn’t matter . . . as if he hadn’t just said that they had the same dream wedding. “Come on. We don’t want to be late to your own sister’s wedding.”

He kissed her once more lovingly. He leaned back and trailed his fingers along her collarbones. “Are you going to wear your necklace?”

Liz bit her lip and tried not to look guilty. “I left it at home.”

“Oh,” Hayden said, disappointed. “Maybe next time.”

Liz swallowed and wished she had the strength to tell him she could never wear it again.

They exited the hotel room and took the elevator downstairs. His parents were waiting for them in the lobby. His mom came forward and gave her a hug. “Thank you so much for being here with us today. It means so much to us.”

Liz smiled and looked down at the ground. “I wouldn’t miss it. I’m so happy for Jamie.”

“We’re so happy for her too, dear,” she said warmly. “Come on, y’all. Let’s go down to the beach to wait for the bridal party.”

Liz and Hayden followed his parents out to the private beach where the ceremony was going to be held. The pastor was already in place. James’s mother had flown in on the red-eye that morning from New York City and was already standing on the beach in a black dress when they arrived. Liz had heard mention that his parents were divorced and neither James nor his mother spoke to his father anymore, and his mother had become somewhat of a recluse ever since. She had wondered last night if that had been part of the reason for the elopement, but considering Jamie, Liz kind of doubted it.

There were no chairs, and Liz let her feet sink into the white sand as she waited. She wiggled her toes and watched her feet bury themselves. Hayden reached out for her hand and laced their fingers together just as the bridal party arrived.

Jamie walked forward in a short, flowy white sundress that floated out behind her in the breeze. The dress cinched in at the waist with a multicolored sheer print sash that bowed in the back. Her black bob was straight almost to her shoulders, and she had a circle of small white flowers in her hair. She was barefoot with no jewelry aside from a slender gold bracelet on one hand that her parents had given her the night before. Her mother had worn it at her own wedding and passed it down to her daughter for her wedding day.

James was dressed in khakis and a loose linen button-down. They couldn’t have been more perfect for each other if they tried.

Meredith and Nick followed behind Jamie and James to the pastor standing in a suit in the hot sand. He smiled at them all and then began the service. It was short and to the point. They exchanged vows, slid simple bands on each other’s fingers, and then before Liz knew it the pastor was announcing that James could kiss his bride.

Everyone cheered as they kissed and then the short ceremony was over. Jamie flitted from person to person, thanking everyone for coming even though there were only nine people in attendance including the bride and groom.

Her arms wound around Liz’s neck and she pulled her into a hug. “I’m so glad you could be here.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Jamie,” Liz replied.

“I know it sounds crazy, but I already feel like you’re family.”

Hayden rolled his eyes and sighed. “Jamie . . .”

“I love you too, little brother,” she said with a huge smile plastered on her face as she strangle-hugged him.

Liz laughed at Jamie and Hayden acting like typical brother and sister. She didn’t even know why Hayden had sighed so heavily. She liked that she already felt like family to Jamie. She really loved her. She was so much fun and such a free spirit. It made Liz want to loosen up a bit herself. But to Jamie, Liz was fifty times less stressed than her uptight brother. Liz’s smile grew at the thought.

After thirty minutes of pictures, the wedding party retreated to a small private dining room for the small reception brunch. Mimosas and Bloody Marys were served and the whole table toasted the young couple to many years of happiness. When the plates were cleared, the drinks gone, and conversations were dying down, Jamie and James said their good-byes and retreated to their hotel room. No one had any specific plans until tomorrow, so everyone went their separate ways to change and head out to enjoy the sunshine.

When they made it back up to their room, Hayden slid his arm around her waist. “I have plans for us, gorgeous,” he murmured against her ear.

Liz shivered at the soft touch of his lips against her ear. “Plans?”

“I thought you would want to do something after the wedding, so I scheduled something for us.”

“What is it?” she asked, biting down on her lip.

He kissed the side of her neck. “Surprise. Get into your bathing suit. We have to head out soon.”

Liz turned around and backed farther into the bedroom. She tugged the zipper down the back of the dress and slowly inched the straps down her shoulders. His eyes followed the loose material as it revealed more and more of her skin. “Should I bring anything else with me?”

The dress dropped to the floor. Desire was evident in his eyes as she stepped out of the pool of material at her feet and reached back to unclasp her strapless bra.

“I have everything else covered,” he said, taking a step toward her.

She smirked at him and snapped the hook and eye open. His eyes fell to her breasts as they dropped full and perky out of the bra. His hands were on her in an instant, pulling her nearly naked body against him as his lips found her.

“My girlfriend the tease,” he groaned.

“I would never.” Her voice came out breathy, and she was pretty sure that if he kept that up they weren’t going to make any plans.

“I like it.”

His fingers hooked into her soft lacy underwear and slowly dragged them to the ground as he knelt before her. He leaned forward and placed earnest kisses down her stomach. Her breathing picked up as he drew nearer.

His lips touched her most sensitive skin, and he chuckled at her sharp intake of breath. He brought his fingers up and ran them gently across her folds. She shuddered as he eased her open before quickly retreating.

“Now who’s the tease?” she managed to get out.

He smiled up at her and gave her another kiss before standing. “That would be me. Now go get dressed.”

Liz stuck her bottom lip out. “Really? Now that I’m all riled up?”

Hayden pulled her close again and melded their lips together. His tongue ran along her lip, entering her mouth when she moaned, and met hers. “I promise to make up for it when we get back.”

“The anticipation is going to kill me.”

“It will be worth it.”

Liz sighed through her sexual frustration and turned to change. It wasn’t as if she and Hayden hadn’t had sex the night before . . . or the night before that, but a part of her just wanted him to grab her, throw her over the bed, and take her. Not that she needed that by any means. They had amazing sex. It was just different, emotional rather than primal.

She slid into a hot-pink bathing suit and threw an oversize white eyelet tank on top, and then followed Hayden out of their hotel room. They took the elevator to the bottom floor and veered through the lobby to the back entrance. They trekked through the sand to a small white catamaran docked near the resort. Six or seven other people were already on deck, beers in hand, music playing through the speakers.

“Oh my God,” Liz whispered into the breeze.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s a great surprise!”

“This is only part of it,” he said, taking her hand and helping her onto the boat. “Wait until you see what else I have in store.”

Liz’s eyes lit up as she stared at the man before her. Damn, did he love her. And she could see reflected back in his eyes that the only thing he wanted in this moment was for her to be happy. He made her happy.

Once Hayden hopped on board, they were promptly greeted by the catamaran tour captain. All food and beverages were included and they were strictly ordered to enjoy themselves.

With drinks in hand, they found an open spot at the front of the catamaran just as they set sail. Their guide sailed them around the North Shore, which, unlike Honolulu, was mostly gorgeous natural habitat and known for bigger waves and isolated alcoves that had been featured in Hollywood films such as Blue Crush and the television show Lost. Liz stripped her tank off and let the rays sink into her skin. Hayden stretched out next to her and they spent the majority of the afternoon enjoying each other’s company and the beautiful natural seascape before them.

“And this is where we’re going to be stopping for a couple hours,” the captain announced.

He turned the boat into a small private lagoon obscured from the rest of the island by cliffs on one side. The water was crystal clear blue, and a white sandy beach was visible on the coast.

“This area is only for tour participants, so you shouldn’t be bothered by a constant stream of tourists. If you got the snorkeling package, see me after we dock and I’ll explain everything you need to know.”

The captain docked the boat and helped the passengers out, where they were immediately greeted by Hawaiian women in traditional grass skirts, bra tops, and multicolored leis. Liz moved to follow the rest of the partiers, but Hayden stopped her.

“I got us snorkeling gear. I wasn’t sure if you would be into it, but I read about some amazing caverns and even a small waterfall in the area. I’d love to check it out with you,” he said.

“I love snorkeling. You think there’s an actual waterfall nearby?” she asked excitedly.

“In fact, there is,” the captain said when he walked up to them. “I can give you two directions to get there. Just off of one of these cliffs. Beautiful sight. Just let me get you through the safety guidelines and you’ll be free to go.”

The captain instructed them on how to use the equipment, which was pretty self-explanatory, all things considered, and then explained where they could and couldn’t go.

“Have a good time,” he said with a wave as he walked back over to his seat. “I have to pick up the next tour. I’ll be back to get you all in a few hours!”

They grabbed their snorkeling equipment and exited the catamaran right before it set sail. After they found a place to leave their stuff, they headed back out into the warm water with their flippers and masks in place. Liz simply couldn’t get over how clear the water was and how much marine life was in the little lagoon. She had a mini panic attack thinking that she might see sharks, but Hayden just laughed at her and told her that he would protect her. Luckily, they didn’t see any.

Hayden gestured for Liz to follow him as they swam in the direction that the captain had instructed to see the waterfall. They rounded a corner into a small closed cavern. After overcoming a momentary panic from closed-in spaces, Liz followed Hayden at an easy pace through the cavern until it opened up to an even smaller lagoon with a waterfall. It was surrounded on three sides by the cliff and then one side had a flat area, which it looked like people over the years had used to rest.

They swam over there and Hayden helped Liz out of the water. She pulled off her flippers, tossed her mask to the side, and lay back in the most stunning natural environment she had ever encountered.

“Now, this is a surprise,” she murmured.

Her eyes drifted from the waterfall to her boyfriend standing shirtless over her. He ran his hand back through his wet hair. His biceps were defined as he held his arms over his head, and she could make out each line in his abdomen as the water ran down his body. His little tease from earlier came back to her in full force, and she felt her body warming just from looking at him.

“I thought you would like it,” Hayden said, sinking into the space next to her.

Liz nuzzled into his chest and slid her hand down the slick surface. “About you making it up to me,” she whispered huskily.

Hayden laughed deep in his throat. “Is that where your mind is?” His hand trailed the length of her body.

“Is that not where your mind is?”

“Oh, it is,” he said, rolling over on top of her and pinning her back against the ground.

As he pressed his body down against her, she felt him stiffen through the thin material of his swim trunks. His mouth crashed down on top of hers with none of the hesitancy that he usually exhibited. They were alone in their own world out here, and the exhilaration of being out in the open like this fueled their passion.

His fingers wound into her hair and she exposed her neck to his mouth. Her hands found the waistline of his swim trunks and it took every ounce of effort not to just rip them off. She gripped on to them for dear life as he ravaged her neck, down to her collarbones, and found the strap of her bikini.

“Hayden,” she groaned. “I want you.”

Not having any more willpower, Liz started tugging on his trunks and dragging them down his thighs. Hayden sat up and pulled them off as she easily stripped out of her bikini, baring herself before him.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he said, leaning back over her.

Their lips met hungrily as he pushed himself forward inside of her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she groaned at the feel of him filling her. It had only been a day and it felt like forever. She felt insatiable; she couldn’t figure out why she had waited so long initially, and now that she had tasted him she couldn’t get enough. She wanted to explore every inch of his skin. She wanted him to trace every curve.

Her heart swelled as Hayden pulled back slowly and then lunged into her swiftly. She met his rhythm, always craving more, desiring more from him. And he gave it to her over and over again. She felt her body giving in to the intensity and elation of the moment.

She didn’t even think about the rocks digging into her back or the grass scratching up her arms and legs. What mattered was this feeling, this right here. Knowing that Hayden had done all of this for her, and that he was going to keep doing things like this for her. Knowing that they created their own memories, they had control of the future, not the past, and they were doing that together. Knowing that in love, the strongest emotion of all was the connections . . . in proving to someone day in and day out that this was what they deserved and accepting nothing less. That was what Hayden was giving to her.

Liz’s back arched off of the hard ground as he drove forward into her forcefully enough to scoot her backward. All pretenses of taking her slowly were gone, and he was demanding all of her. And she was giving it back.

Her body spasmed with climax as he pushed into her once more. He pumped a few more times before grunting and coming with her.

“Fuck, Lizzie,” he murmured against her neck.

“That was amazing.” The words were wispy and she suddenly felt as if she was floating on a cloud.

Hayden collapsed on the earth next to her and she buried her head into his chest. Their breathing began to slow as they lay there recovering from the intensity of what had just occurred. Liz tried to wrap her mind around what she had just felt and experienced.

She had been giving Hayden everything she had for a month now. She knew that wasn’t a very long time, but she was glad that at least she had figured it out. She had wasted too much time obsessing about something that was never going to happen, never going to go the way she wanted. When the thing she had wanted for two years, the person who had been giving her everything for months and months, was right in front of her. And to be honest, the last month had been better than all the others combined. She felt them grow and mature with each other in a relationship . . . in a healthy and sane way.

And she knew what this feeling meant that was bubbling up inside of her. She had known for a while, but it was never clearer than now, when she was lying in a secluded area in Hawaii, surrounded by nature, listening to the beat of Hayden’s heart and the sound of the waterfall splashing.

“Hayden,” she breathed, sitting up on her elbow and staring down into his hazel eyes. They were practically gold in the sunlight, and it made her shiver at the sight.

“Yeah, gorgeous?” he asked, pushing her hair off of her face for her.

“You know I love you, right?”

He smiled that brilliant smile up at her and nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m glad you finally figured it out.”