Blood Waters 1 : The Boy From The Sea Read Online Free PDF
Author: Eve Hathaway
Boston, if she ever had an excuse to go to Cancun.
But Tomas-what would he think? He wasn't stupid. He'd know that she'd have taken the money from her parents. He would be honor-bound to report her, because even though she'd saved his life, her parents were the ones, after all, that permitted him to live with them.
Mila glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. The storm had come and gone during her musings, and now the night was quiet. Shit. Well, if she wasn't sleeping now, she wasn't going to sleep tonight. She got out of bed, silently glided out of the cool, air-conditioned cocoon of her room, through the courtyard, and out the door. The beach was empty; and in the sky, the moon was a graceful sliver of light. The sea seemed to glow faintly; and in the distance, the lights of Cancun created a faint glow in the night sky. Being so isolated does have its upside, she grudgingly admitted to herself as she scraped out a little seat for herself in the sand. The stars were never this bright or numerous in Boston. She didn't know any of the constellations other than the Big Dipper, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate how beautiful they were.
"Can I join you?"
She startled and nearly fell over backwards. It was Tomas. "Sheesh, you scared me," she said, patting the sand next to her. Tomas sat down, folding his legs against his chest like she'd done.
"I couldn't sleep," she said.
"Me, neither," Tomas said. "I come out here a lot, actually. Sleep doesn't come easily to me. It feels like there's a memory hiding just beneath the surface; one I can only find if I am asleep. But the harder I try to sleep-"
"-the harder it is to fall asleep, " Mila finished.
"And so I come out here," he said. "To lose myself in the stars."
"They are beautiful," Mila agreed. "You can't see them like this in Boston. Too much light."
They sat in silence for a while, staring up at the sky. Mila found herself wishing she knew what Tomas thought of her, just as a meteor went streaking across the sky. She glanced at him, even as she reminded herself that she didn't believe in silly children's tales, and was surprised to find that he was watching her.
"Some people say that when you see a falling star, you make a wish and it comes true," she said.
"I have heard that somewhere."
"Did you wish for anything?"
"I wished for-"
She waited, holding her breath. Could he possibly love - She didn't dare finish the thought. After a moment, though, it became apparent that he wasn't going to finish the sentence. "What did you wish for?" she prompted.
"This," he said, reaching towards her in the dark. His cool fingers brushed her cheek. When she made no move to dislodge his hand, he moved closer, tilting his head for what could only be a kiss.
Even now, she hesitated. The moment grew longer in her mind, as she mentally zipped through all of the scenarios with Tre that she'd made up in these last two years. Was she ready to give up with Tre? Was she really ready to start something new? To give up Boston?
To hell with it , she thought, and leaned in to kiss Tomas.
Chapter Five
INSTINCT KEPT THEM from mentioning anything to Gloria or George. But the shift was palpable. When Mila stopped thinking about getting back to the US and started thinking about going to the US, the resentment she'd been harboring towards her parents evaporated, and instead became channeled into making plans for their future. Her parents didn't quite understand what brought this on, but they were nonetheless relieved that the fighting and arguing and tensions dropped.
Mila and Tomas would meet on the beach after the manor house had darkened into sleep if the weather was good, or Mila would go to Tomas's room-it was farther from her parents' room. They would talk quietly; which is to say that Mila would talk quietly while Tomas listened, awed by her descriptions of Boston and New York. She
But Tomas-what would he think? He wasn't stupid. He'd know that she'd have taken the money from her parents. He would be honor-bound to report her, because even though she'd saved his life, her parents were the ones, after all, that permitted him to live with them.
Mila glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. The storm had come and gone during her musings, and now the night was quiet. Shit. Well, if she wasn't sleeping now, she wasn't going to sleep tonight. She got out of bed, silently glided out of the cool, air-conditioned cocoon of her room, through the courtyard, and out the door. The beach was empty; and in the sky, the moon was a graceful sliver of light. The sea seemed to glow faintly; and in the distance, the lights of Cancun created a faint glow in the night sky. Being so isolated does have its upside, she grudgingly admitted to herself as she scraped out a little seat for herself in the sand. The stars were never this bright or numerous in Boston. She didn't know any of the constellations other than the Big Dipper, but that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate how beautiful they were.
"Can I join you?"
She startled and nearly fell over backwards. It was Tomas. "Sheesh, you scared me," she said, patting the sand next to her. Tomas sat down, folding his legs against his chest like she'd done.
"I couldn't sleep," she said.
"Me, neither," Tomas said. "I come out here a lot, actually. Sleep doesn't come easily to me. It feels like there's a memory hiding just beneath the surface; one I can only find if I am asleep. But the harder I try to sleep-"
"-the harder it is to fall asleep, " Mila finished.
"And so I come out here," he said. "To lose myself in the stars."
"They are beautiful," Mila agreed. "You can't see them like this in Boston. Too much light."
They sat in silence for a while, staring up at the sky. Mila found herself wishing she knew what Tomas thought of her, just as a meteor went streaking across the sky. She glanced at him, even as she reminded herself that she didn't believe in silly children's tales, and was surprised to find that he was watching her.
"Some people say that when you see a falling star, you make a wish and it comes true," she said.
"I have heard that somewhere."
"Did you wish for anything?"
"I wished for-"
She waited, holding her breath. Could he possibly love - She didn't dare finish the thought. After a moment, though, it became apparent that he wasn't going to finish the sentence. "What did you wish for?" she prompted.
"This," he said, reaching towards her in the dark. His cool fingers brushed her cheek. When she made no move to dislodge his hand, he moved closer, tilting his head for what could only be a kiss.
Even now, she hesitated. The moment grew longer in her mind, as she mentally zipped through all of the scenarios with Tre that she'd made up in these last two years. Was she ready to give up with Tre? Was she really ready to start something new? To give up Boston?
To hell with it , she thought, and leaned in to kiss Tomas.
Chapter Five
INSTINCT KEPT THEM from mentioning anything to Gloria or George. But the shift was palpable. When Mila stopped thinking about getting back to the US and started thinking about going to the US, the resentment she'd been harboring towards her parents evaporated, and instead became channeled into making plans for their future. Her parents didn't quite understand what brought this on, but they were nonetheless relieved that the fighting and arguing and tensions dropped.
Mila and Tomas would meet on the beach after the manor house had darkened into sleep if the weather was good, or Mila would go to Tomas's room-it was farther from her parents' room. They would talk quietly; which is to say that Mila would talk quietly while Tomas listened, awed by her descriptions of Boston and New York. She
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