Authors: Alexia Purdy
Breathe Me
By
Alexia Purdy
Breathe ME
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This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this novel are fictitious and are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events, or locales or persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Sometimes the one who broke your heart needs the most saving…
or do they?
Air
This is the air I breathe
Filling me with all I need
A careful touch, saved for me
Calming
words, intrinsic key
Never expect anything
Harbor
ing little hearts
Bare
to me varied things
Tragedies to tear apart
Quieting storms wander
ing
Arresting the building mess
Survive the ache and a break
Consuming
loneliness
Give me all of which is yours
Breathe me
and keep inside
Treasuring the words
which you state
Havened heart
to abide.
STANDING ON THE
slick, damp rocks smoothed over by centuries of wind-tossed waves, my heart stopped. Piper wore nothing but her swimsuit, and the temperature was cool enough to make our noses blush pink. Hunger lingered in her eyes, making my own desire burn through me, the frigid air forgotten in the heat of a deep ache and a longing unexpectedly overcame me. I ran to her, embraced her thin frame and attempted to stifle the goose bumps flaring across her skin. We were on vacation on one of my favorite beaches of the Oregon coast. A place to forget the insanity of college life.
The alcove was
a small private beach, free from the barrage of tourists. Leading her over the mess of rocks and sand to the blanket I had set out for our picnic, I carefully cradled her body as we slipped down onto it, our lips devouring each other’s until they felt downright bruised. Hers were bright pink, full and swollen from my assault as I explored them. Our skin had turned from frozen to searing, the wind all but forgotten as it toyed with the ends of her long brown hair with unseen fingertips. It lay fanned out underneath us, a warm pillow for her head.
I’d never met anyone like Piper. She was the vision of my dream woman, the one I
never knew I had wanted. She was always spontaneous and filled with a vibrant life force so few others possess. I reached over and undid the ties to her bikini, raking my fingers down her sides, desperate to devour every last bit. She was soft, her curves supple against the hard rocks pressing against us. We didn’t care. We were lost to the world. We could’ve jumped up and rushed into the old beach house a few yards away, to the warmly burning fire and the creaky but cozy bed, but such comforts were of no concern to us. All that mattered was kissing her, everywhere, everyplace in every way to make sure some sort of fiery warmth caressed the cold away, and our wanting was satisfied.
Shivering from my touch, she opened her hooded eyes, glazed with lust and most definitely matching my own. Her finge
rs curled around my blonde hair as she whispered my name, “Sasha,” before her voice ebbed away and my lips found hers once more. It was there that I gave away my heart, before all the wrong snaked into our lives back home. Before all the flighty decisions and selfishness had sent us spiraling into oblivion, leaving us broken. I wanted it back, all the “before and “once upon a times.” I still did, now more than ever before. I was determined to salvage our hearts. It was the only way either of us could really live again.
Piper
Present Day
“SINGLE RIDER!”
The most h
umiliating words spoken by man.
I cringed at the Ferris
wheel operator’s words. A slight sheen of sweat built on my forehead as I stepped forward.
“Do you have to announce it like that?” I muttered
, throwing him a searing glare. He was oblivious to my mortification as he waved toward the growing line of people crowding behind me. I wouldn’t have even been there if my cousin Joss hadn’t dragged me out of my safe cocoon at home to celebrate her daughter’s eighth birthday at the county fair. I could’ve done without the hordes, the craziness, the toddlers screaming on the kiddie rides and the nauseating smell of deep-fried Twinkies, bottomless popcorn and waves of wood-burned pizza swirling about me. Not that I didn’t indulge in such fattening but savory treats, I just wasn’t in the mood for any festivities that night. Especially not since I felt like a third wheel.