Letters to Adonis

Chapter:: Nine

Dear Adonis,

I went to the doctor’s, again. I keep going, Dad keeps setting up appointments. Dr. Edgar is a neurologist, I don’t know if I ever told you that. He performed a pull test on me today, and it turns out that my posture is bad now. It was a test where he pulled me backwards, and usually a person would step back and be fine; but somebody with posture instability doesn’t recover that quickly.

Every time I think about our night, I blush. Luckily dad is too focused to ask questions I couldn’t answer. I feel bad, he’s still pulling away. But somehow, we are closer than ever. When I get home from the appointment, I see you sitting on my porch.

“Adonis,” my dad acknowledges you before unlocking the door and going into the air conditioned house. It’s starting to warm up again in the sunny paradise known as California. I don’t like it, but I smile at you and plop down next to you.

“What are you doing here?” I ask as I lay my head on your shoulder, and you sling your arm around my waist.

“Oh nothing. Just wondering if you’d want to go to the lake and go swimming.” You wiggle your eyebrows, and I nudge you and roll my eyes.

“Let me go grab my swimsuit.” I stand up and leave the door open, knowing that you are going to follow me in the house. I run up the stairs and grab my two piece that is purple and blue. I notice that my finger is shaking as I close my door behind me. I walk back down the stairs, convincing myself that I am okay and I can go out and do this.

You are standing the living room when I reach the final stair, and I don’t know where my dad is. “Dad, Adonis and I are going out to the lake.” I shout loud enough so he can hear me, and I hear a noise like my father; so I grab your hand and we start walking.

“Are we really going to walk there?” I ask you, annoyed because my fingers are tuning into the shaking started by one. I wave it around; convinced I can shake it out.

You grab my hand from the air where I was waving it furiously, and wrap your warm hand around it. “We are walking to the shop and I’m going to ask mom for the keys.” You wink at me, and I blush. It always leads back to that night. And at this moment, I would kill to know what you thought of it. Because we never really talked about it. I mean, we stared at each other like idiots. But that doesn’t count as talking.

Well, then we also kept saying “wow” back and forth. But nobody was complaining, so I’ll take that. “That sounds good. I’m tired today.” I lie, for the first time. I’m not tired; I just don’t like the feeling like I’m going to fall over. And if you weren’t holding my hand, somewhat grounding me to the sidewalk we are taking to the shop, I would have fallen over by now.

You bring me closer and kiss my cheek. “We’re almost there,” and we walk on.

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When we get to the lake, it’s relaxing. You say we should go somewhere a little more private, where there isn’t a crowd. I shrug and say of course, like why would we want to be in the middle of a crowd? We stop by this spot where it’s flat and the lake water is actually pretty clear. I put my foot in it, flip fop still on. The water is cold, and the temperature feels like a perfect eighty. I’m about to get in the water when I notice that I don’t have my suit on.

“Crap. Adonis, why didn’t you tell me I should have put my suit on?” I shake my head and look for a place to change, at least a tree. I come up blank, and I find I can’t stop shaking my head.

“Well,” you walk closer to me. “There’s nobody around here. I can hold the towel up and you can change behind that.” I glance up at you, and see that there’s this glint in your eyes.

Normally, I would say hell no and ask you to take me home. But I don’t. It’s you, and I feel comfortable. I toss you my towel and hold up my suit. “No peeking.”

“I’ve already seen-“I give you a look and you stop. “Okay.”

You hold the towel up in front of you and I assume your eyes are shut since you are wearing sunglass. I shrug and lift my shirt up, unclip my bra, and fasten the top piece of the bikini quickly. I glance around; nobody is within a while of here. I unbutton my shorts, take off my underwear, and put the bottoms on in record time.

“Thanks,” I tell you as I dig in my bag for sunscreen. I find it, and take the towel from your hand and drape it on the ground.

“No problem.” You lean in and start kissing me. I smile, in total bliss. Our lips are dancing together, the sun beating down, and the sound of moving water in front of us. You scoot over to my towel, and eventually I pull away first. I almost ask how our night was for you, but I find myself too nervous; and I flush instead.

“Sunscreen me?” I ask you as I shove the bottle in your hand, immediately lying on my stomach so I don’t let you see my blush that’s still occupying my cheeks.

“Of course,” you mumble. Your voice is soothing, and I hear you hum something. It’s peaceful, and I’m glad that nothing big has happened. We’re finally getting good luck.

Love, Ariel