“Yeah and we decided to leave you. Brin got you the blanket,” I pointed out as she rubbed her eyes.
“Brin saw me?” She asked as I nodded. “Huh.”
“It’s a little cold. Want to go in and get in bed for a few hours?” I asked her as she raised a brow.
“Your bed?” She asked as I chuckled.
“No. That’s not the best idea.” I told her as she ran a hand through her messy hair.
“I guess. It’s early, right?” Celia asked as I nodded. “I want to take a walk and see the sun come up, but I’m beat. See you at breakfast?”
“Sure thing.” She stood and kissed me softly as I pulled her to me. Celia left my room with a lingering gaze, shutting the door as I secured the balcony door. I dropped into my bed, smelling her in the sheets as I wrapped my arms around the pillows. I hated the idea of washing them.
I woke up a few hours later, checking to see that it was past eight. Rolling to my back, I stretched and considered my next move. I rose to dress and maybe jog for a while, slipping on a t-shirt before I walked down the steps. Mom and Celia were in the kitchen drinking coffee and they both looked at me. “Are you going jogging?” Celia asked me as I nodded. “Can I come?”
“Sure. You have five to be down here and ready.” I told her as she rolled her eyes before heading to Brinley’s room.
“She’s happier. So are you.” Mom sipped her coffee. “I guess the job is what did it for you though I don’t know what happened for her.”
“Life is like that sometimes,” I said as we heard someone coming down the stairs. Celia was dressed in some tight purple leggings and a t-shirt, carrying some shoes in her hand. She secured part of her hair back before tying the shoes and stood up. “Impressive. It would take Brin an hour.”
“She’d never go jogging with you.” Celia deadpanned and then sighed. “She’s perfect as she is.”
We headed down the stairs after telling Mom we’d see her later and started at a steady pace as we made our way to the damp sand. While she didn’t do this regularly, Celia was a great runner. I could tell that she worked things out in her head as she moved. “My sister is not perfect, Celia.”
“She stays that way without even trying. That’s close to it.” She said casually as I looked her over.
“I’d say that you’re as close to perfect as anyone. I love your curves and that pale skin. I’ve seen quite a lot of it lately.”
“What’s your favorite part?” Celia asked before glancing at me.
“I like sucking on those nipples with my hand wrapped around you. I also like watching your ass move when I’m behind you.” Celia nearly choked as she stumbled for a second, blushing a deep pink.
“Good morning.” Another couple jogged by and waved as I managed a greeting.
“You need to warn a girl about that.” She breathed out as I looked forward. “I think I almost broke my leg.”
We ran ten miles before darting up the steps and into the house for water. Brinley was in there and congratulated me about the job as she wrinkled her nose. “I’ll hug you later.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I told her as I grabbed two waters from the fridge. I tossed one to Celia as she laughed.
“When do you start? A couple of weeks?” Brinley asked as I downed half the bottle.
“A week and a half. Something about a pay period but I go in tomorrow to do paperwork.”
“Wasn’t that today?” Celia asked as she shot me a worried expression.
“They left a message that Tanya was out sick today. That’s why I went jogging.” I told her as she smiled.
The three of us made some breakfast and coffee and sat around for the morning, chatting about the upcoming weekend. Brinley wanted us all to go out, and she was going to add some to the group to even out the men and the women. That sounded suspiciously like she was going to set us up and I shot Celia a worried glance. I wasn’t sure how to work my way out of that since I was known as a playboy and Celia was supposedly single.
I went to bed alone that night and tossed and turned. I knew that girls were hanging out on their own and that was great, but I missed Celia. I wondered if Brinley was filling her head about some guy that she wanted her to meet.
I turned to the side and closed my eyes, knowing I needed to go to the new office tomorrow. I had the job, but I didn’t want to go in looking like shit. I considered kidnapping Celia and dragging her in here again but that wouldn’t work.