“Now you’re a poet?”
“I am many things, but good is not one of them.” He grinned as he took a sip.
Cool wine met my full lips as I tipped the glass savoring the taste, appreciative of the warm evening breeze. The beach was the most pleasant place to be this time a year. We broke our artisan bread, consuming it with Italian cheese, prosciutto and I fed him grapes as he lay beside me with his arms rested behind his head. I placed …show more content…
With him conversations never grew stale and we could talk about anything, things that I could never talk to my family or friends about, but with him I was myself. So much time passed that that the sun started to dip. I leveled my gaze to meet his.
“Let’s take a walk” He stated, we strolled along the coast hand in hand. “Every passing moment spent with you feels like I am in a fairy tale.” “Far from it!” He withdrew his hand from mine. My gaze rested on him in search of a subject to change the course of the conversation. “You have seen the entire world, how much has it changed in the last thousands of years?” I asked. He refused to face me. “A lot has changed, so much time has gone by, so much damned time has…” He paused, starting to mutter profanities clenching his …show more content…
“You grow lovelier with the day.” “Shut up” “It is going to take a lot more to shut me up” He hoisted me off my feet by midsection taking me by surprise. I leveled my gaze as he dangled me in midair and threw my arms around his neck.
After an entire minute, he set me down and led me out of the water. I faced him, dripping wet. His dampened clothes cleaved to him as he placed his large hand on the left side of my face, his fingers caught between my thick dripping tresses angling his lips toward mine. With shut eyes, his upper lip found mine interlocking.
Time stood still as we kissed. With satisfaction, as our lips departed, I realized twenty one years were worth the wait. “So that is what it is like to kiss an angel.” I grinned. He laughed, scooping me up and spinning me around in circles.
I sensed a set of eyes on me and I turned, noticing a figure in the far distance from the ocean. The shape of the figure resembled that of a woman. "Maricel?" He looked back at me after looking in the same direction his demeanor altered. I stole another glance at the ocean, but the entity was gone, and I figured my eyes must have fooled me. There was no way a woman would be that far out there without a