We were getting our days and our nights all fucked up but that was fine with us.
And now the sun was finally waking. Call it cooky but we were wrapped in a blanket on the beach listening to the waves crash and the sun begin to warm the sands between our toes.
Jack was tracing small shapes on the inside of my bird thin wrists. His pinky rested on a scar there. He tapped it twice. I knew he had seen them before.
“What’s that from?” he asked calmly.
“A decision I made awhile ago,” I said, turning my arm so the faint white lines caught the morning haze.
“Hmm, no more of those please?” he asked, tassling my hair now ironically in beach-like Cali waves.
“I can’t promise that.” Hey, at least I was honest.
“Why?”
“If you left me.. I wouldn’t have a choice.” I began to nibble at my fingernails and my other arm went to sleep in his warm hands.
“Ashley, I’m not going to leave you. I promise.” He sounded sad.
“We’ll see,” I said, looking towards the sunrise.
“It’s just the beginning,” he told me.