Make Me Forget Read Free

something he wanted to explore.
    She frowned and bit her lip.
    He found her so fucking adorable. He wanted to pull her into his arms and taste her.
    “You know, this is a two-bedroom unit,” he reminded her.
    “Yeah, so?” she said with an attitude.
    “Well, I am not here most of the day. I spend my days at the beach. I’m usually just here to sleep. Do you think we can put up with each other as roommates for a few days?”
     
    Paige let out a frustrating sigh. Do I have a choice? She could call some hotels, but they’d been really expensive when she’d looked online, and she’d already paid for this place. “As long as you give me space and quiet time during the day, I guess we can try to make it work. It is only for a few days,” she grudgingly agreed.
    Tyler smiled at her. He walked over to her groceries and pulled out a bagel. He took a bite, and his grin grew larger.
    She scowled at him. “Really? Stealing my food? Well, roomie , aren’t we off to a great start?”
    “I’ll make it up to you when I take you out for a nice dinner tonight.” Tyler winked at her and walked out of the door without allowing her any time to protest.
    Paige stood there with her mouth gaped open. “What the hell just happened here?” She shook her head in amazement. He’d just asked her out on a date. No, he hadn’t actually asked, he’d told her. They knew nothing about each other except for their names, and Paige knew what his package looked like. Sure she was impressed with it, but she already found him annoying. She hoped he would keep to his word and give her quiet space during the day. Her career was depending on it.
    Paige grabbed her laptop and some stuff for the beach and walked across the street. It wasn’t ideal to have her laptop near the sand and water, but she would just have to be extra careful. She was determined to get inspired and kick the worst case of writer’s block she’d ever had.
    She walked up and over the small sand dune and saw the incredible body of water with its roaring waves. The beach was fairly empty for the time being, and she was grateful for the peace and quiet.
    She spread a blanket on the sand far enough back to account for high tide, which was due to arrive around lunchtime, according to the tide table app she’d downloaded on her phone. After she lathered herself up with sunblock, she logged on to her laptop and looked at the screen. Her fingers lingered over the keys. She stared at it some more. She reread the last paragraph for the fifteenth time.
    Nothing.
    Her mind was still blank. She grunted out her frustrations and looked around the beach for a while trying to find something—anything—that would trigger her creativity.
    Still nothing.
    With a frustrated sigh, Paige closed her laptop then put it back in her bag. She took a walk to the water, barely dipping her toes in to test the temperature. Pleased with its warmth, she walked in a little more. She let the waves rush over her feet, hoping they would wash away some of her stress. She licked her lips, tasting the salty air. With her hands on her hips and her sunglasses on her face, she stared out across the ocean, hoping to find answers and inspiration. The seascape seemed endless, but she knew better. Across the deep sea was another land—a safe haven of sorts from the volatile waves. As the saying went, life is a journey, not a destination. Paige had always felt each and every destination made the journey of life—sometimes you felt like you were drowning. Other times you rode out the waves. She had lost track of herself for a while and was set to find her next stop.
    A small gust of wind brought her mind back to the present. She pushed some loose hairs out of her face and smiled a genuine smile. It was definitely beautiful and peaceful in Montauk. Here, she was certain she would find herself again.
    She picked up a few seashells as she walked back to her blanket, admiring the various curves of each shell. Each one was