“Your hair smells like el mar.” he pulled me in closer and whispered “the sea” into my ear
“When we kiss it feels like we're in a painting. Look.” I said
And we both looked at how dreamy we looked in the mirror.
“Why does it feel so good to kiss you? Why?”
“Because I have those jumper cable lips.”
“Yeah, yeah you do.
You know what's that tool they use to cut things down?
That's what it feels like I'm doing.
Cutting down sugar when I kiss you.”
He whispered into my ear
“pay attention” and I dropped everything in my hands
“Come on, come on now stop being so scared Jodie.”
I started to turn around. He grabbed my hand.
“You're with me, I'm here there is nothing to be afraid of. LET GO.”
“Okay.” I said.
“You see the waves?”
“Okay they aren't going to hurt you. They can't.”
He picked me up and held me in the water. A wave started to gather momentum and speed as it grew and came closer. I looked at him.
“Now we're going under hold you're breath ok? We are going under the whole wave and I have you ok?”
“Relax. You're not relaxed.”
I closed my eyes.
He turned my back to the wave and I held my breath as we dove under and he held me as the wave rolled across picking my hair and twisting it all around and I felt a cool rush as he pulled me back up.
“See? It's like being in a washing machine,” he said
“Did you feel that cool water?:
“Wasn't that awesome?”
I smiled as he turned and a second stronger wave came rolling in.
“Holy crap I didn't see this one coming PURA freaking VIDA!”
and I started to laugh as we went under again the wave pulling my hair towards it and giving it back.
“There's something intimate about all this. Being together in the ocean, huh?”
And I smiled and said yes as he kissed me on the forehead, the sun making him squint his golden blue eyes.
I was lost in the tongue torquing of his kiss. It was morning and I was lethargic. The rolls of his tongues transpired into waves. And I could hear and feel the ocean as he recoiled and crashed his tongue back into mine and it was probably the best kiss of my life.
I was reeling to catch my heartbeat after kissing him hard and he ran his fingers down his neck, and across the opening of his shirt and continued to trace them across his chest, forcing his shirt open and stopped abruptly. He patted once with two fingers and whispered “my heart” into my ear, and I tried to refrain from the amethyst sheen spilling over, but it was so sharp and innocent I let it take over and pools spilled on my cheeks as he saw and held me close. It isn’t that often that mere words crush me.