Return to Cancún by Lena Malick

Return to Cancún
    By Lena Malick
     
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    Return to Cancún ©2013 by Lena Malick
     
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    This book is a work of fiction and any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or
locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of
the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.
     
    Adult Reading Material
     
    *****

    He fell on her, still clothed, wet and muddy,
smelling like rain and dirt. He greedily pushed into her. She
wrapped her legs around his upper back, opening herself completely
to him. He was soon thrusting into her, his wet hair spraying her
with water. She’d tapped that animal side of him she’d seen only a
few times. It was the only time when he became completely focused
on his own needs, fiercely driven to satisfy his hunger. The few
times it had happened in the past, he felt compelled to apologize
to her later, for being what he called a “selfish lover”, but she
secretly loved it. She loved that she could drive him to it. And
she loved being the recipient of it…
     
     
Return to Cancún
    Lena Malick

    Terra stretched, trying to look over the
throng of people, wishing she was taller. Cancun airport was a
swarm of humanity speaking different languages and all going in
different directions.
    She had hoped he would be there waiting for
her when she got off the plane.
    She got jostled by a boisterous group of boys
wearing soccer jerseys and bouncing a ball between them as she
wrestled with her shoulder bag, trying to find her phone. She
wasn’t even sure which direction he would be coming from. She stood
on a thermal seat and tried to look over the mass of people as they
moved about like choppy water.
    Where was he?
    She had flown from Detroit to Los Angeles,
then to Cancun. The flights had gone smoothly enough, but Terra was
a wreck. Doubt had nibbled at her until it had fully taken root and
spread. Was her time with Nik last summer a fluke? The whole way
over she obsessed about it. They’d only spent one day together—not
even twenty-four hours—and that was a whole year ago. What was she
doing coming back here? Terra’s friend Vicky thought she was crazy.
But there was a lot Vicky didn’t know.
    Last summer, when Vicky and Terra returned
from their summer vacation, Terra was feeling sick. She thought at
first it was something she ate, or maybe the sudden change in
climate, going from Mexico back to Michigan. A few days later, she
called Vicky, telling her she couldn’t eat. Vicky listened, then
was silent. Rare for her. “Well?” Terra asked. “Oh, honey,” Vicky
said softly, “you’re in love.”
    It seemed impossible, but Terra had nothing
to compare it to. She’d never been in love, but she never imagined
it like this. It was supposed to be a wonderful feeling, something
blissful and romantic—not a non-stop stomachache. Not a feeling
like she was constantly falling through the air.
    Weeks passed. She forced herself to focus on
her schoolwork. Her sophomore year of college was much harder than
her freshman year, plus she had taken on an extra class load,
hoping to graduate early. Her advanced biology class alone felt
like a full time job. Every night, no matter how late she finished
studying, she would take out the medallion Nik had given her. As
she traced her fingers over the face of it, she’d allow herself to
drift back to the time they spent together. She could feel his body
under her fingertips and see his beautiful green eyes. His smell.
The deep sound of his voice. She’d take slices of the time they
spent together and relive every second of it, trying to save the
best parts to last, playing it like a movie. A movie she’d lived,
felt, and breathed—but for such a brief period of time. She always
fell asleep before getting to the end, waking up with an imprint of
the medallion on her chest from pressing it