Region: Key West
Lyn & Jack
(Trust is a 4 part story in the Chasing Tomorrow series
that centers on the exploits of Ashlyn Weaver, Cassidy Welch and Jack Steiner.
The story is combined here in its entirety so that readers do not need to
jump from one part to another)
Trust
She lays there asleep as I watch. She doesn't know I am there enjoying the rise
and fall of her chest and the soft smile on her face as she dreams. Slowly I shed my clothes allowing them to
pool on the dirt floor by her bed as I step towards her. I raise her worn blanket and stealthily slide
in behind her spooning my body against hers. I am greeted with a whispered and
welcoming moan. She nuzzles back against
me contouring her body to the shape of mine as I run my hand across her exposed
thigh. She is wearing only a pair of
silk panties and nightshirt. At least
that is the guess made by my exploring fingers.
When she finally opens her eyes and looks back at me it is accentuated
by her bright baby blues and her warm smile.
She does not show fear or distrust.
She doesn't care how I found my way into her room or why now I am laying
with her in bed. She simply enjoys the
moment. As she stares me down, her mind
wondering about something I can’t fathom, I quietly whisper “Good morning
Lyn”. Without uttering a single word her
response is simple and immediate; moving her hands to my neck, she pulls me in
for a long and sensual kiss that makes us both forget we have places to be
today.
A few hours have passed and as she lies against my chest,
exhausted and smiling, while slipping in and out of sleep, I stare out into the
distance listening to the gulls cry while watching the crash of the waves on
the nearby beach. As I think to myself
how I could stay here forever, with her, I almost miss the sounds of
approaching boats. In that same instance
Lyn must have heard it too because she is suddenly standing in front of me with
her hand shading her eyes, squinting into the blazing sun, past the white sand
beach and scanning the blue water for wherever the sound is coming from. When her gaze finally settles on the two dark
objects I spotted moments ago rushing across the water toward the beach in
front of us, panic floods across her face.



