The current sweeps my limp limbs to and fro, tugging my body in every which direction, rolling me again and again in the roaring waves.

Instinctually, my head thrashes to the surface, gulping for air, but instead I find pouring rain, the sky so dark it's hard to tell where the sky ends and the sea begins. The ocean roars in my ears, reminding me how quickly it will devour me whole.

Salt water stings my palms and burns my lungs as another wave throws me to the bottom in a tangle of limbs, my skin scratching against the pebbled sand below.

It doesn't take long for the edges of my vision to blur, for my mind to begin fading to black.

And it's quiet, so peacefully quiet.

So fucking peaceful.

Something else besides the water grips my bicep tightly, so tightly the pain jerks me into semi-consciousness. I'm dragged through the water, like a fish caught on a line, until I'm finally pulled through the surface and slammed across a hard board.

"Dylan? Dylan, can you hear me?"

The voice is far away, overpowered by the rainstorm and the thunder of the ocean, and my loosening hold on consciousness.

"Hold on, Dylan. Just hold on. I've got you."

Everything gets dark again, and it's like I'm overlooking the scene instead of living it.

For a few moments, there's only grunting and the thrashing of waves. And then rough sand against my calves as I'm pulled to shore.

"Dylan?"

A warmth leaning in close to my body. I'm rolled onto my side and then there'a three hard thuds against my back.

"Come on, Dylan!" A pause.

An even more intense warmth on my mouth, forcing air in my lungs. A pressure against my chest, forcing the salty water out of me. It burns my throat as I cough and sputter, finally gasping for air.

Body depleted of energy, my face hits the sand as I continue to suck in deeply, struggling to open my eyes in the rain.

"Dylan, are you alright?" Someone turns me over, holding me close to their body.

Blinking raindrops and ocean water from my lashes, I squint up at my rescuer.

"Luke," It hurts to speak.

"Oh, thank God." Luke clutches me to his chest like precious cargo. "You don't get to fucking leave me... Not you too, Dyl. Not you too."

He wraps me in his arms, holding me in place on his lap as he nestles my head into his neck.

Too exhausted to move, I melt into his warmth, my mind completely blank. I am numb, every part of me just... off.

"Fuck, Dylan, you're so cold." Luke's voice is horrified. "Come on, let's go."

I don't move. Patiently, Luke scoops me into his arms, the same way I've seen him do to Finn, and carries me to his truck, parked in the sand.

Had I not seen it before?

"Stay here." Luke murmurs, placing me in the passenger side and clicking me into my seatbelt.

Unable to do anything else, I oblige.

He returns to grab his surfboard, his shirtless body shiny in the downpour. I close my eyes and within a moment, he's back.

Blasting the heat, Luke pulls a thin shirt over his torso. Then staring at me intensely, his eyes search my face for answers I'll never have.

"Let's go."

I say nothing, letting my head roll to the side so I can watch the rain out my window.

We pull into his parents driveway, and I notice a camper style van already parked there. I wince.

I turn my gaze to the large colonial house, and if I wasn't so painfully unfeeling, I'm sure it would bring back memories.

Luke quickly turns off the engine and hops out, coming to my side and lifting me from the truck with ease.

When my feet hit the pavement, he holds me still, again, just staring at me, too many emotions to place written all over his expression.

He guides me into the garage, leading me up the stairs to a studio style apartment. He must have renovated it for himself.

I don't know if it's nice, I don't bother looking anywhere other than my hands.

"So cold," Luke murmurs again, dropping my hand to open the one other door in the apartment. "I'm running a hot shower."

He disappears and I hear the shower turn on, the water droplets hitting the tile floor with a soft, welcoming patter.

"It's ready." He sticks his head out, inviting me in.

Somehow, I move forward, entering the small space, nearly clinging to Luke as to not fall into the toilet.

I stare at the shower stream blankly.

"Come on, Dylan. I'm serious." Luke touches my shoulder. "You're going to be sick."

Again I don't move. I can't. I'm too tired. My arms are too heavy.

"Do you want help?" Luke's voice is soft, gentle.

I nod.

Touching as little skin as he can, Luke lifts the hem of my shirt, pulling the soaked fabric over my head in one fluid motion.

He sucks in a breath at my bare breasts, but doesn't say anything. Bending slightly, he unbuttons my jeans, getting to his knees to pull them to my ankles.

I place my hands on his shoulders, slipping each foot through the denim. Luke makes quick work of my sandals, hesitating as he straightens up, face lining up perfectly with my crotch.

His eyes flutter up to mine and I close mine tightly.

Looping one finger through the side of my undies, he slips them down my legs, not taking even an extra second to look.

"Now go." His voice is stern as he gently nudges me towards the shower.

For the first time, I shiver, the air feeling icy against my skin. The hairs all over my body prickle, my nipples harden.

Instead of stepping into the shower, I turn towards Luke, his back to me, and catch my lip between my chattering teeth.

My eyes trail Luke's tall frame, his lean muscles through his soaked clothes.

I tug his arm so he's facing me again and scan the rest of his body. The hard length straining against his jeans.

His eyes are wide and surprised on my face. Then he averts his gaze, taking a small, unsure step towards the door.

Not thinking, not feeling anything at all, I step forward, pressing my chest to his. Knotting my fingers in his damp hair, I pull his face to mine, opening my mouth for his.

For a second, his lips play with mine, his tongue dancing across mine, his taste overwhelming everything else.

Then, he takes a step back, his rough hands on my hips, pushing me backwards into the shower spray.

"Dyl. Now's probably not the time." He touches his his fingertips to his lips, refusing to look at me.

"That's not what our friend says." I say bluntly, reaching for the bulge in his jeans.

Pushing himself into my hand, Luke let's out a deep sigh. Eyes closed, his voice is husky and low. "Don't joke. I'm serious."

"So am I Luke."

I rise to my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his, peppering his jaw and neck with needy kisses.

A soft hum comes from the back of his throat, but his hands stay firmly on my hips, his mouth off of my skin.

"Please just touch me," I beg, hating it but needing him even more.

"Dylan...You're upset and emotional."

"Fuck, Luke." I blink back tears, "I'm always upset and emotional, aren't I?" I frown at him, my hands clasping behind his neck. "I need you to touch me, to make me feel something, please."

I'm so numb it scares me. I need this, I need him.

Staring down at me, his eyes searing into mine, his erection firm against my midsection, Luke groans.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." I tell him, kissing him again to show him.

And this time, he kisses me back, his mouth hungry and rough as he explores down my neck, to the soft flesh of my breast. Finding my nipple, Luke swirls his tongue around and around, gently taking it between his teeth and pulling hard.

I gasp, fisting my fingers into his hair as his kisses roam lower down my belly.

One hand firmly palming my breast, fingers rolling my nipple between his fingers, Luke uses the other to trace slow circles up my inner thigh.

I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the shower wall, the spray warm over my skin.

"Luke," I sigh, arching my back as he slips a finger inside me.

Gliding it over the slickness that's collected between my legs, Luke peers up at me, a devilish grin on his lips. Plunging his finger inside me again, then adding another, he pumps into me again and again, the slow, steady rhythm building pressure in my lower belly.

I wriggle against his hand, wanting more friction, and Luke leans forward, his tongue lightly flicking my most sensitive spot.

"Oh, Luke." I cover my mouth with my hand, my legs growing weaker the longer he laps at my wetness, his mouth as masterful as he is handsome.

I rock into his movements, the pressure building within me, a fire spreading from my core throughout my body, until my legs begin to shake. Luke removes his fingers and I gasp. He grips my hips for support, finishing me off with his mouth.

I moan into my hand, collapsing into Luke for support, breathless and weak after my shaking orgasm.

Standing upright, his clothes dripping from the shower, Luke lifts me, holding most of my weight against his body.

Touching his forehead to mine, he whispers. "So what do you think, Dyl? Did I make you feel something?"

Tucking myself against his chest, I simply nod, the cold numbness already spreading through me again, despite my gratitude for the heavenly, but too brief moment of release.

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