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“Must be exhausted,” James says behind him.
Sydney hums, even as his eyes fall closed. “Getting there.”
James’ arms suddenly wrap around his waist from behind, holding him close.
“My man,” James whispers into the nape of his neck. “My sleepy man. Come on to bed.”

waimea 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

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It’s been one hundred and thirty-seven hours since he last held James Campbell. One hundred and thirty-six since he last saw him. The knowledge that that number will only ever grow towards infinity leaves a thudding, irritating ache in his chest, drowned out only by the heaving drone of the wind as it whips across the ocean’s churning surface.

Sydney hadn’t realized how badly he needed to feel James back in his arms until he has him there, deeply breathing with his cheek burrowed into the crook of Sydney’s neck, arms wrapped tightly around the low of his back. The island seems to settle and sigh beneath their feet, quietly fading into the hushed tones of dusk, as the sunset colors gently pull the palm fronds down towards the earth to rest.

Oh my god, I love them!!!

James runs a hand through his hair and speaks while gazing out at the water. “But honestly, that’s not even the insane thing. The insane thing is that I so badly just wanna say ‘fuck the Billabong,’ and fuck all those things that I wanted, because what I want more than anything right now is to stay here and kiss every inch of you.” James turns and pins him with a wild blue gaze. “Of Sydney Moore.

I melt every time Sydney says ”James” 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

The writing is so immersive that I feel the sun in my eyes, the salt in my skin and sand in my feet!