Nick laid wide awake, he could only think of Cassie, and the letter he had urgently sent just a few hours ago, it would be there by morning. Why? he thought. Finally he turned over onto his left side , pulled the floral blankets up around his kneck and soon drifted to sleep.
A few hours later (around 11:30 am)
Cassie sat at a stool behind an easel, her arm poised and in mid stroke of painting the pond that lyed in front of her.
She felt strong arms behind her, she set her paint brush down, and was instantly lifted over to the pinic table a few feet next to her. She leaned back into Lance's broad shoulders. He leaned over her and kissed her lips.
The taste of his lips were sweet like honeysuckle, she remembered the way Nick's lips tasted the first time they kissed. They had just gotten out of the ocean, he was still driping wet when he leaned into her kissing her, he tasted like salt water. She could imagine, Lance's Blonde mop like hair gracing over the tops of his eyes, she could see his baby blue eyes staring at her with all the care in the world. "Nick," she whispered into his loving kiss.
"What?" Lance demanded. Cassie fluttered her eyes open, "What's wrong?" she asked innocently.
"you just called me Nick," He said.
"Don't be silly, I don't even know a Nick, " She laughed.
Lance stood up, his brown eyes hurt, he swiped a hand through his buzzed brown hair. "Apparently you do," he said tosing a post card onto the table. He began to walk away. "Call me later Cassie , it's me or him!" he called over his shoulder.
Cassie slowly returned her gaze to the post card, a dolphin in mid leap, about to fall into the crystal blue ocean. Her hands shook as she picked it up and turned it over to read it.
Across the top URGENT was written in a sloppy writing. she proceeded to read it.
Dear Cassie,
I'm feeling horrible that Bailey and your parents died . I'm feeling worse, that bailey had wanted me there, But the thing that bothers me the most, was that you didn't mention anything about you wanting me there. Cassie. For the past month all that was on my mind was you, I don't understand it, but every time I looked at the sun setting over the ocean in England or Itally , I always felt you were watching it with me. Anyway I'm coming home soon, I want you to meet me at La beenits on May 25, at 8:00 pm. Please Cassie, there is so much to say.
Always yours- Nickolas Carter.
Cassie smiled. She quickly stood up , packed up her easle note pad, and book bag, and dashed off to her car.