For a moment she thought about what it would be like to have sex with Luke. This was such a perfect setting. Nothing could be more romantic than just the two of them alone on the beach under the moon. She closed her eyes and pushed aside the guilt in her heart for betraying her commitment to stay pure until marriage.
Her thoughts were interrupted with his lips pressing the top of her head. He caressed her back and arms as he kissed her forehead.
“You do love me, don’t you? I love you so much; I don’t know what I’d do if you ever left me. I don’t know how I could survive without you. Please just love me, Ruth. That’s all I ask.”
“I do love you,” she said as she lifted her face to his.
He pulled her down on the blanket he spread in the sand and held her like she’d never been held before. She burned inside. She burned with desire for him and burned with guilt for what she was willing to give him.
She’d never felt this way before, and it frightened her. Before she had a chance to stop him, they heard Robins shouting from the other side of the sand dunes.
Luke’s mother was on the phone and furious with him and the girls for being out so late. She demanded that Amy and Ruth return to their room immediately.
Ruth felt humiliated as she entered the condo, but fortunately for Amy and her, the Davis’s were in their room. The girls tip-toed their way to their bedroom. After Amy entered, Ruth paused at the door, directly across from the Davis’s room, listening to the heated argument taking place behind the closed door.
“All I’m saying is that we don’t need another incident. I mean, my God! He’s changed schools once this year already. We don’t need him changing again. He needs to at least graduate.”
“Marie, calm down. We took care of that situation. He can handle himself here. He’s a teenager. Let him live a little. He’s going to have girlfriends, you know. No matter what has happened in the past.”
“That’s real easy for you to say. You didn’t have to see that little blonde beast last week. You didn’t have to make those phone calls or control yourself when what you really wanted to do is slap those little curls right off her head.”
“It’s been taken care of Marie. I don’t know how many times I need to tell you that. He’s not going to be around her again.”
Ruth heard a glass being slammed on the dresser.
“Go to bed, you’ve drank enough tonight.”
“No. I think I need another after tonight’s escapade on the beach with his newest prize.”
Ruth stepped into the bedroom and closed the door just as Mrs. Davis made her exit. Her heart pounded inside her chest. She leaned her head against the door and tried to catch her breath.
His newest prize? She thought. She can’t possibly be talking about me! What in the world could that mean?
She stood there, her feet cemented to the floor. Ruth wanted to ask Mrs. Davis what she meant, but she was clearly drunk. Ruth took a deep breath and decided that must be the reason behind Mrs. Davis’s behavior. She was talking in circles because she had drunk too much that night.
Still unsatisfied with the explanation she invented, Ruth climbed into bed with Amy, said goodnight, and attempted to sleep. She had a restless night with visions of waves washing her away from shore and drowning her in a sea of darkness.
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