The Hardest Thing – Chapter Sixteen

claryclark:

I know that the Oscars are tonight and everyone’s focused on that right now, so I’ll probably repost/reblog/retweet after the hubub dies down, but here’s this if you want something to read during commercial break or during best documentary. PSA: mAjoR NSFW in the second half.

Shout out to my loves @happytoobserve​ and @lcbeauchampoftarth​ for being so wonderful! 

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine | Chapter Ten | Chapter Eleven | Chapter Twelve | Chapter Thirteen | Chapter Fourteen | Chapter Fifteen 

Chapter Sixteen: Here’s Looking At You 

Claire

For once, Jamie’s bright red hair doesn’t stand out, caught up in the blaze of the sunset. The view from this spot is stunning — breathtaking, even — with the sparkle of the fading sunlight on that big blue ocean. And yet, I can’t take my eyes off Jamie.

For several minutes, I’ve been standing here on the edge of this boardwalk. Frozen in place. Two beer bottles are clutched in my hands, with condensation beginning to trickle down into the grooves of my palms.

Tipping my head back to point my closed eyes at the sky, I let out a deep breath. It’s a futile exercise, trying to keep myself calm. I know damn well that the second I get close to that man, my whole body will react. Just like it always does.

It’s been a week now, and to say that Jamie has been accommodating would be a gross understatement. He takes me to work every morning and brings me back home every night. He never pushes me, never asks for more than I can give him. I never invite him in, and he never follows me through the front door, even though I can tell he wants to. I know Jamie well enough to know when he’s holding something back. I can see that familiar fire in his eyes every time he looks at me.

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