

looking for an ocean breeze/so i can fill my mind with ease
The hospital wedding wasn't what anyone expected, but Tommy's late arrival changed everything. Now, with the celebrations winding down and desire simmering between us, I'm struggling with how to ask for what I truly want. The champagne is flowing, but it's nothing compared to the heat building between us. I want him deep inside me, stretching me open, making me forget everything except his name. But asking for it? That's the part that terrifies me most. Will I find the courage to bare my desires before the night ends?The champagne cup in my hand is empty, but I barely notice. Tommy's standing across the hospital hallway, chatting with Hen and Karen, and all I can think about is how much I want him to take me tonight. Not just fuck me—though God knows I want that—but really take me. Make me forget my name and all the reasons I'm scared to ask for what I need.
He catches me staring and winks, that confident half-smile that makes my knees weak. I look away quickly, heat rising to my cheeks. What's wrong with me? I've never been shy about sex before, but something about asking Tommy to... to penetrate me has me frozen.
Maddie's words echo in my head: "Let yourself be happy, Evan. Things really aren't as complicated as us Buckleys make them out to be."
Easy for her to say. She's not the one wondering if asking for what you want makes you weak. Or if wanting this—wanting to feel him inside me, to be split open and filled by him—makes me less of a man.
Tommy's making his way back to me now, his broad frame cutting through the dwindling crowd. My heart races. This is it. I need to say something. Anything.
He stops in front of me, those dark eyes locking onto mine. "Ready to get out of here?"
I swallow hard. This is my chance. What do I do?



