Taeho:

  My alarm the next morning is the sound of clanging pots and pans. It’s my mother at it again, her daily breakfast schedule is clearly running like clockwork. Why she’s decided to take on running my house as a BnB is beyond me, but I’ve learned from experience to let her get on with things.

  At first, I feel groggy, but then the thoughts of last night flash back into my mind. I spring up abruptly in bed, the covers dropping to my lap as I relive the events of last night. She really was there. I didn’t make any of that up. She was standing there. Watching me. And... joining in? Holy shit.

  I smile at the memories playing out and my cock twitches under the sheets. Not again. I must be really be sex-starved. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I get her out of my head?

  “Fuck,” I whisper to myself, running my hand through my disheveled hair in disbelief. “How could last night have happened?”

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  After getting myself out of bed, I make my way to the kitchen to see what my mom’s preparing for breakfast this morning. Noticing Anya isn’t around, I ask mom if she’s woken up yet, only to be told she’s already left for class.

  “Do you mean she left before breakfast?” I ask.

  “Well, she’s not in her room or the shower, so she must have left for school early,” my mom replies.

  If last night was real, I have to assume Anya must be avoiding me. Shit.

  Once I brew a fresh Americano from my Italian-made expresso machine, I walk out to the back deck and look out over the shoreline. Always in awe of this view, I now watch the pink sunrise creep up behind the vast seascape that runs out to the horizon from the cove at the bottom of the hill. A few gulls circle in the majestic sky, and my gaze dips down until it’s caught by a familiar figure. I see her sitting alone on the sandy shore with her knees pulled up to her chin. I lean over the rail to watch her from afar while I take a sip of my strong hot drink.

  I knew she wouldn’t have gone to class this early. She must be taking a break after working out since sweat spots darken her athletic wear. She must have been running.

  Thoughts of whether or not I should join her war in my mind, especially after last night’s excitement. I finally take the initiative and decide to walk down to the beach. After all, what’s the worse she could say?

  ?Sky Mincharo