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    If I can keep my hands off a woman I currently picture lying naked amongst her discarded underwear upstairs, who’s challenging me to a battle of wills and has no intention of sex with me, then I can prove there’s more to me than the cliché I’ve morphed into.
    Sky launches into a burbling run down of her family holiday history but I’m lost now, fighting against my desire to touch her, as if telling myself Sky’s out of bounds just pushed me further toward wanting her. No, there’s something strange here. Our cars and fates collided and now Sky’s telling me what I need to hear - with a mouth I want on mine.
    Mouth. Curves. I fucking love curves, all the women surrounding me are skinny to the point they’re almost masculine. Hungry. No energy. No life.
    Sky is everything I want at the point in my life when I don’t want anything, apart from to hide.
    The talking stops and I disappear into my own thoughts for a while. Sky’s drifted to sleep, empty wine glass tipped over in her hand. I smile, the sight triggering a warmth low in my chest that I can’t explain, breathing life into my deadened emotions. Whatever else is happening here, she makes me feel .
    “Sky?”
    When there’s no response, I fetch a thick grey blanket from the bedroom and take the wine glass before I hesitantly place the blanket over her. She awakens for a few seconds, looks at my arms, mumbles, “And I don’t like your tattoos,” then closes her eyes again.
    Summer Sky, you’re not who I want; you’re who I need right now.

 
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
    Today should be the first day of my holiday in peaceful solitude but my surprise guest's snoring interrupts the tranquility.
    I woke at seven; the memory of why I'm here filtering into the room along with the sunlight. No expensive gym available here, so I pull on my track pants and head downstairs where the very funny and very real Sky sleeps. Sky lies on her back under the blanket, mouth parted. I doubt she'd appreciate being woken with the suggestion of an early morning run along the beach; she doesn't strike me as the type. I glance at the empty bottles of wine. After those, she definitely wouldn’t appreciate it.
    Heading outside, I pause and close my eyes, focusing my other senses on the nearby waves and salty ocean scent. The beach is deserted, shells left along the shoreline as the tide retreats. Each pace I run through the damp sand pushes in the endorphins my mind and body need.
    My thoughts drift back to what I walked out on. One last argument with our manager, Steve, about the pressure on us to get the album finished before the tour. The other, with Jem the night before, about how he’s too stoned to play decently, and how he delays everything, when each day he arrives at the studio too late in the afternoon. Liam will be pissed off I disappeared rather than face up to shit but I can't do this anymore. The thought of touring turns my stomach; and I'm pretty sure the anxiety attacks I'm having aren't related to the drug and alcohol withdrawal anymore. That was months ago. No, this is from the suffocating life that's stripped away Dylan Morgan so he doesn't understand who the fuck he is anymore.
    I don't look much like him now, so I’m determined to stop being him in other ways too.
    After an hour, I head back, slowing my pace as I approach the white house. Later, I'll walk; take time to soak up the peace. Maybe write, spend some time with my guitar. Once Sky has gone, of course. Something twinges at the idea of her leaving; the fresh sea air has filled my lungs but Sky has breathed something else into me that I want more of. She's funny and so removed from the Blue Phoenix world she helps me further away from the place too.
    What did Sky plan to do whilst here? Maybe we can do something together before she leaves.
    The snoring figure on the sofa hasn't shifted and with an amused look at the figure huddled under the blanket, I head for a shower.
    Sky still hasn't woken