A.C. McAnelly

The wind cut through us as the waves broke out against the rocks below.

Before we sat down, Morgan had to be the brave one that stepped out, arms outstretched as if to hug the sun.

But it didn't take him long to come back to me.

I'm good not being on the edge of the world.

I've already been on the edge of the abyss and back.

Shit is overrated.

He sat beside me and put his hand on mine.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He shook it off.

Of course.

That's what we came up here for, right?

He gave me a knowing smile, and in that moment, I realized he meant for a lot more to happen than us just looking at a pretty view.

We'd had subtle touches the last couple of weeks, a brush of the elbow, or hands lingering longer than they should have on shoulders or backs.

There had been heat between us from the beginning, but I didn't know how far I actually wanted to take that right then.

What I did know, though, was that I wanted to feel something other than the emptiness.

Sounds like we aren't the only ones who decided to come to the cliffs for the sunset.

I heard them before I saw them, another group of couples from school.

They said hey as they passed, but continued on for whatever plans they had for the night.

I don't mind sitting on the West Beach, but I'm not getting in.

We made the trek down the cliffs and to the west beach.