Twenty-Three
Ruthie felt as if she was in a dream. The ghostly moonlight, the looming lighthouse, the whisper of the ocean, it all wove together into a sort of song urging her on.
Be free, the song was saying. This is between you and the stars. No one else.
Well, and Alastair. But not really, because he was only there to appreciate. What was a show without an audience, after all? And it had to be Alastair, because in this entire world there was no one else she trusted in this way. No one else who made her feel daring enough to do this—expose her entire body, her entire self, before him.
She pulled off her sweater and the shirt and bra underneath. As she stood in front of him, naked from the waist up, she felt his gaze warm on her bare breasts. It made her remember how he’d licked and s
