Alone Time

After a much-needed heart-to-heart conversation with Jason, we bid each other farewell as the sun began its descent below the horizon. Jason made his way back home, while I headed towards the beach house, yearning for some solitude to reflect on the intense night we had shared. However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the memories of what had occurred.
Upon entering the beach house, I removed my shoes and wandered aimlessly around the spacious interior. The soft light from the setting sun streamed through the windows, enveloping everything in a cozy warmth. It dawned on me that I was still wearing the same attire from the previous night, prompting me to undress completely and continue exploring the house, reminiscing about the moments spent there.
The cool tiles beneath my bare feet felt refreshing as I moved from one room to another, admiring the simple elegance of the beach house. The distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing background to my reflections, gradually easing the tension that had accumulated within me throughout the day.
In the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of wine, observing the crimson liquid swirl gently in the glass before taking a sip. Stepping out onto the deck, the warm breeze tousled my hair as I leaned against the railing, gazing out at the ocean. The sun was on the brink of disappearing, leaving behind a canvas of soft pinks and oranges that enveloped me in a sense of tranquility.
After finishing my wine, I returned inside and opted for a long shower to wash away the stress that had burdened me. The hot water cascading over my skin felt like a soothing ointment, relieving me of my worries and fears. Lost in my thoughts, I remained in the shower for what seemed like an eternity, allowing the water to cleanse both my body and mind.
Emerging from the bathroom, I felt a newfound clarity that had been absent for days. Wrapping a towel around myself, I made my way to the bedroom to get dressed. However, as I passed by the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beach, I couldn’t resist pausing to admire the breathtaking view.
The moon had risen into the sky, casting a shimmering glow over the water and creating elongated shadows on the sand. A wave of emotions washed over me as I beheld the serene panorama before me, realizing the necessity to come to terms with the complexities of the relationships in my life.
Clad in a simple sundress and sandals, I grabbed my phone and ventured out to the beach. The cool sand beneath my feet, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of the waves, provided a comforting presence as I strolled towards the water’s edge, guided by the ethereal light of the moon.
The soft glow of the moon illuminated my path, casting a silvery sheen on the water’s surface. With each step I took, the worries of the day seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of peace and acceptance. Standing at the water’s edge, feeling the gentle lapping of the waves against my feet, I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, allowing myself to be fully present in the moment. The night was still young, and I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, I would confront them with newfound strength and clarity. As I gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean under the moonlit sky, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the beauty and tranquility that enveloped me.
That night, I fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, even though I had worried earlier about not being able to rest. Thankfully, I didn’t have any nightmares that disturbed my peace, allowing me to wake up feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead.
In the ensuing days, I indulged in leisurely activities at home, including a refreshing swim at the beach and savoring glasses of wine.
I sat on the sandy beach, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of shame washing over me. I had been away from home for a whole week, seeking solace in the solitude of the sea and the beauty of nature. But even here, surrounded by the majesty of the ocean, I couldn’t escape the thoughts that plagued my mind.
It wasn’t that I needed to clear my thoughts, as I had initially believed. It was the shame that consumed me, the embarrassment of my own vulnerability. I had cried in front of Jason, exposed my deepest fears and insecurities to him.
As I stood there, the gentle lapping of the waves filling my ears, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I knew that I needed to reach out to Jason. I wanted to be with him alone, one last time before my journey with the three of them began.
I spent days formulating a plan, a way to humiliate Jason in return for the way he had humiliated me. I couldn’t let him get away with what he had done. I had to show him that I wasn’t weak. The only way I would be able to face him was by teaching him a lesson first. I didn’t want him to tease me for crying in front of him.
Finally, on the last day of my stay at the beach, I put my plan into action.

I dialed his number.
The phone rang only once before he picked up, his voice warm and familiar in my ear. I took a deep breath and told him what was on my mind: “Let’s have fuck again, but this time I’ll be the one who takes the lead,” I said to him.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before he spoke. His voice was soft and filled with emotion as he agreed to come over to the beach house.

Upon concluding the call, a subtle grin graced my lips. Unbeknownst to him, a surprise awaited. I gracefully retraced my steps towards the seaside residence, feeling the gentle sand shifting beneath my feet with each stride.