After years apart. Noah and Kai began to let.
Their walls fall. On the shore of Eden, truths
were spoken that had been buried since prom night.
Two of them had found each other again, not just in memory, but
in present, where laughter and longing finally met.
But Eden is a place where tides shift quickly and love is never
free from its weight. In this chapter, Noah brings Kai
into the heart of his family to the Sunday brunch at the
clubhouse. What waits there is silence, but
also a warmth they never expected.
And as. Whispers spread through.
Town, they'll find old faces from their past and a question
that may decide the. Course of their future this is.
Salt in our Veins, Chapter 5. The fall we.
Couldn't stop. The mirror above the porcelain
sink caught them. Both side by.
Side as though. The years.
Had folded and left them standing there.
The way they always should have. Been the hum of the clubhouse.
Drifted through the. Tiled walls, clinking glasses,
muffled laughter. But here in the bathroom, it was
only the two of them, breeze fogging faintly in the cool air.
Kai gripped the. Edge of the counter, knuckles
pale. His shirt felt too stiff, his.
Collar pulling at his neck, every part of him screaming that
he didn't belong. Here he tried.
Not to meet his own reflection, but Noah's was impossible to
ignore. Calm.
Steady his. Presence filling the space.
Like a tide. Rising beneath him, Breeze, Noah
murmured, leaning just close enough.
That his shoulder. Brush.
His hand reached up, smoothing the collar that.
Kai had tucked half loose with. A small grin.
He straightened it. Kai's chest.
Tightened, but not from nerves this time.
Their eyes met in the glass, hesitation giving way to
something braver. Noah leaned in, slow enough for
Kai to stop him, but Kai didn't. Their lips touched.
Soft and certain, the kind of kiss that said more than words
could carry. Not desperate.
Not stolen. Just right.
When Noah pulled. Back his.
Hand lingered, fingers sliding into Kite's hair, he smoothed it
back gently. Better, he said softly, as if.
The small touch had fixed more than just Kai's hair.
Kai let out a. Breast he hadn't realized he was
holding. The reflection staring back at
him still looked like the same man, warm by sea and silence,
but under Noah's touch. He felt.
Different, lighter, anchored, they stepped out together into
the corridor, the murmur of Sunday voices growing louder
with each stride. The double doors.
Opened on to the dining hall and the tide of the town's.
Gaze lifted toward. Them.
And at the far end of the room, Noah's mother was already rising
from her seat. The clink of silverware softened
as the two of them Crest the dining hall.
Some heads turned, whispering, curling like smoke at the edge
of. Tables but.
The sound of it dulled under the swell of piano notes drifting
from the far corner for Kai every step.
Fell heavier, as if the floor. Itself demanded proof.
Of his place here. And then Noah's mother was
there. Hermes outstretched her smile,
pulling the air into something. Lighter, she kissed.
Noah's cheek then turned to Kai, as though he'd always been part
of her family. Kai.
She said, voice warm, deliberate.
It's. About time you came with him.
Sit. Come on, sit.
Her hand lingered on his arm just long enough to steady him
before she guided them toward. The table.
Set neatly with linen and China. Noah's.
Father sat at the head. His posture firm.
Shoulders squared as if the seat.
Itself was an anchor, his knife. Rested perfectly.
Aligned with his fork, untouched since their arrival, Kai lowered
himself into the chair opposite Noah's father, every muscle
braced for. The weight of.
Silence. Noah sat close enough that their
knees brushed beneath the table, the small touch grounding him,
reminding him he wasn't alone. The food.
Arrived in. Courses plates of.
Eggs and ham. Basket of rolls, bowls of fruit.
Noah's mother kept the current of conversation, moving her.
Voice liked water. Smoozing Stone.
She asked. About Kai's work on the.
Boats about the. Long hours on deck, the stubborn
ropes, the roughness of the Nets, Kai answered in short.
Burst at first. But her listening was patient,
and Noah's quiet grin encouraged him forward.
Soon his voice found its rhythm. Rough, but.
Certain filling spaces he never thought he was allowed to
occupy. Noah's father didn't.
Speak, he carved through his. Bacon with slow precision, eyes
drifting off into the tall window where the tide shimmered
in the distance, His silence pressed.
Like a tide. Against Kai's chest.
But it wasn't the sharpness of judgment.
It was something harder to name, awaiting, unmeasuring.
Kai shifted, fingers curling beneath.
The table but. Noah's hand.
Brushed his steady. And warm.
As if to say. You belong here, the piano
swelled softly in the background, the voices of the
dining hall rose and fell, and at their.
Table. For the first time, Kai let
himself breathe. When the last plates had been
cleared and the hall had begun to thin, Noah leaned.
Close his. Breast warm against Kai's ear.
Come on, he murmured, nodding toward.
The white glass. Door that opened onto the
veranda. Kai hesitated, the murmur of
voices still pressing at his back, but Noah's hand found his
and pulled gently. Together.
They stepped outside, into the light.
The veranda stretched. Wide above the.
Sea the wooden board sun warmed beneath their.
Feet. Seagulls circled the harbor.
The air smelled of salt and citrus carried from the kitchen
and, for the first time that morning, the weight inside.
Kai's chest. Loosened.
He gripped the. Railing, looking out at the
tide. Didn't think it.
Could feel like. This he admitted.
His voice raw. Noah leaned beside him, shoulder
brushing his. It was never Eden holding you
out. He said softly.
It was us. The truth of it settled.
Between them, undeniable as the horizon Kai turned, the sun lay,
catching the sharp line of Noah's jaw.
And before. Doubt could rise.
He. Closed the distance, their lips
met gently. At first.
Then certain, steady, not stolen, not hidden, a kiss that
belonged to daylight and when they.
Parted, a figure stood at the. Doorway.
Noah's. Father Kai froze blood.
Draining from his face, the old man's eyes were fixed on them,
unreadable, his hand resting lightly against the door frame.
The silence stretched. Like a wire.
About to snap. Then he stepped.
Forward, slow, deliberate. His gaze moved between them,
then settled on Kai. For heartbeat, the weight of.
Ears seems to press down the space between them.
About time. He said at last, his voice low
but steady. He placed.
A hand on Kai's shoulder. Don't waste another.
And with that, he turned back inside, leaving them on the
veranda. Kai's eyes burned as he watched
the door swing shut behind Noah's father.
The weight of those few words. Simple, steady, almost
impossibly kind, still pressed against.
His chest. For years he had.
Braced for anger. For.
Rejection. And instead he was.
Left with this a. Blessing that felt too.
Fragile to touch? Noah leaned against the railing,
a small smile tugging at his mouse, but Kai's mind was still
racing. He turned toward him, voice low,
uncertain. Have you told them?
Kai asked. Why?
You really came back? Noah's smile.
Faltered. He looked out at the tide waves.
Breaking soft against rocks below?
Not yet. What will you?
Say Noah shook. His head.
The breeze lifting a strand of his hair across his brow.
His voice was. Quiet, almost lost in the seas
murmur. I don't know.
The silence that followed wasn't heavy.
It was honest, the kind of silence that admitted how much
still lingered between them. Kai reached for the.
Railing his hand brushing Noah's until their fingers caught the
tide whispered on. Steady as ever.
As though reminding them that not every truce had to be spoken
at once, they step back into the dining hall.
Most of the room had thinned now, servers clearing plates,
the piano softing into something almost lullaby.
Noah's mother gestured for them to sit again, her smile
unchanged. Stay a little longer, she urged.
There's no rush. But Kai shook his head.
His chair still. Tucked neatly beneath the table.
Thank you truly, but I think. His eyes.
Flicked to Noah, then back. To his parents.
I think Noah has something to. Share and it.
Should be family time. Noah's brow furrowed.
Caught off guard. But Kai only offered a small,
steady smile. He placed a hand briefly on
Noah's shoulder, then stepped. Back.
I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Kai turned toward the door.
The murmur of. Voices soft.
Behind him. Before he stepped down.
He glanced back once. At the table.
Noah sat forward, his hands fidgeting against the linen his
mother reached. Across.
Folding her fingers over his, steadying him, his father leaned
back. Silent but present, eyes fixed
on his son was the weight that was no longer unreadable from
the doorway. It was only a.
Picture 3 figures. Frame by tall windows, the sea
bright behind them. The words were lost.
To the hum of the hall, but the shape of them carried enough.
Kai stepped into the corridor, letting the door ease shut
behind him for the first time. He felt the.
Story no longer rested on his shoulders alone.
By Monday, the tide of. Whispers had reached each.
Corner of Eden and news travelled quicker than the
seagulls at the docks, old men coiling their.
Rope spoke low. Their eyes flicking toward Kai
as he passed. By the time Noah stepped into
the street beside him, the murmurs had braided into
something larger. Kai felt the looks on his back
like the weight off a net. But he didn't shrink from them.
Not this time. Noah's.
Shoulder brushed his as they walked.
Steady and unflinching, and the simple act of being seen
together became its own kind of defiance.
Kayak Zelt. Shaking his head.
Well, guess that answers the question.
If people notice, they always noticed.
Noah said, half smiling. Then his expression sobered as
Kai looked at him. And yesterday?
Kai asked quietly. With your family after I.
Left did they take? It well.
For a moment, Noah didn't answer, his gaze tracing the
cobblestones ahead. Then he nodded, the memory
flicking. Across his face.
Better than I thought. Mom held my hand the whole time.
Dad just listened. Kai's chest eased at that.
The nod of worry loosening. Good, he said softly.
That's good. The words linger between them,
carrying more weight than either admitted.
And just as the silence began to.
Stretch, a voice. Cut through the afternoon air.
Noah, Someone called, bright and familiar.
They turned and saw Hannah. Hannah, God, it's been forever.
She came toward them with a stroller and the toddler
clinging to her side, her smile unchanged from the girl they
remembered. No, I returned.
I was dropping to the children. These are.
Boys. Hannah laughed, brushing a
strand of her hair. From her face.
Yeah, keep me running every hour of the day.
Adjusting the toddler's grip on her hand before looking back up
to them both full moment. They all stood there the.
Children restless but grounding the scene.
Kai found his eyes drawn to them, something about their
innocence softening the edge of the day, but Noah only let out a
thing groan of disbelief. God, everyone knows already,
don't they? Hannah's grin turned knowing.
Of course they do. And you'll be.
Glad to hear. It's good thing people saying
you 2 belong together. That it looks right the words.
Hung in the air, Kai blinked on. Prepare for the kindness.
Beneath them, Hannah's voice softened.
And between us, Maddie and I always knew back then.
We told each other. Just wonder when you'd stop
pretending. Noah let out a half loft,
shaking his hand. That sounds like Maddie still
abroad, Hannah said, answering the unspoken question.
We don't speak much, but you know her.
She's probably stirring things up somewhere she was never meant
to stay. Put her.
Children tugged again, one whining anyway.
It's good, really good to see you both like.
This Noah stood frozen a moment, caught between disbelief and
relief, while Kai let out her long breath, I still lingering
where the children had been. The whispers of.
Eden didn't. Feel sharp they.
Felt like a tight turning carrying them forward.
The sky carried that sloper and gold of evening.
Kai and Noah walked side by side their stepson.
Hurried the weed. Of Hannah's words, still
lingering. Kai's mind.
Replayed the sight. Of her children, as though they
have rebuild the future. He wasn't sure he was.
Brave enough to picture beside him, Noah carried.
Himself differently. Shoulders lifted, gaze restless.
It was. The look of someone seen too
clearly and still trying to decide.
What to do with it? A few younger deckhans were
already on the docks hauling ropes, their laughter rising
over the water, Kai Sloat watching them.
Training starts soon, he said. Noah's eye follow the boys on
the. Pier, he gave.
A small, crooked grin. Guess that means me too, huh?
Kai smirked faintly. Though his voice.
Carried a weight beneath it you'll need to get back into.
Shape the sea doesn't care about excuses the.
Banter hung between them, warm and familiar, but there was
something else in Noah's smile, something restless, something
unspoken. Before Kai could read it, the
sharp. Buzz of a phone shattered.
A quiet Noah pulled it from his pocket, the glow of screen
catching in his eyes. He.
Froze, then stepped. The pace away I should take.
This Kai stayed. Where he was.
Suddenly, alone, his eyes drifted.
Back to the harbor, the sails, the ropes, the boys.
Running drills into fading light.
This was the rhythm of Eden. The one he'd live and.
Breathes for years. It bound him, it broke him, it
kept him alive. And now with Noah.
A few paces. Away, it felt.
As though the. Whole town was holding its
breath, waiting to see if he would stay bound to it.
Or let it. Go.
When Noah finally ended the call, he didn't come straight
back. He stood a moment longer, the
phone heavy in his hand. Geez.
Fixed somewhere beyond the water.
Kai shifted, unwilling to just stand in the quiet.
He glanced toward the water, then cold out lightly.
I was thinking we start early tomorrow, get the drills in
before the boys have time to complain.
No one moved. Slowly, deliberately, he.
Slipped the phone into his pocket and.
Crossed the space. Between them.
His steps were heavy, as if the call itself weighted.
Him down, Kai smart faded as Noah stopped in front of him.
The silence press close, thicker now, until Noah's voice,
finally. Broke it, Kai.
I got an offer. Kai looked away.
Ice fix on the sail, tugging wristlets against their ropes.
Noah continued. It's Sydney.
Noah searched Kai's face, then stepped.
Closer. Voice low and raw if I.
Asked. He swallowed.
The sound thickness roped. Would you go?
With me, the sail snapped overhead, seagulls Wheeling
against evading sky. Sky stood frozen.
And that was how the day closed suspended, the answer unspoken,
waiting like a sail in windless air.
And that's where tonight's chapter ends.
From family brunch to whispers in town, Noah and Kai finally
began to stand openly together. Even old friend saw what had
always been there. But just when Eden started to
feel like home, a phone call changed everything.
An. Offer a future.
Sydney and one question left hanging in the.
Salt. Heavy air.
If Noah asked, would Kai go with him?
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