the Devil and the Sea

27| An unexpected offer

"Come sit down at the table." I suggest it to guys. "Cala Morisca is located a couple kilometers from Sitges. We were there last time, remember? And there were a lot of people there." I'm talking to Phil.

I sit down on a wooden bench near the table and the guys follow my example. Vincent sits down to my left and I find myself between them.

"I wasn't there. Can you tell me what this place is?" Vincent says and looks at me and I can feel his breath on my skin, he's so close.

How can you calmly talk to a person with whom you kissed like crazy the day before?

But I'm doing well: looking straight ahead, I tell Vincent about Cala Morisca, a semi-wild cove just a couple of kilometers north of Sitges along the old Garraf seaside road. I love the dark sands of Cala Morisca and the emerald waters, but deep down I would like to go to Les Casetes instead.

Les Casetes is a really special place: it's further north along the same old road, next to a town aptly named Garraf. It is a long white sand beach. But what makes it so special is the sand lined with small wooden huts that are over a hundred years old. Once upon a time, people came to this beach fully dressed and rented a shelter for the day to change. These huts, now restored and painted in bright colors, are located at the back of the beach and look very picturesque. These are "les casetes" (little houses) that gave the beach its name.

In addition, Les Casetes has a couple of very tasty chiringuitos. Chiringuito is an informal seaside restaurant that often serves seafood, shellfish or rice dishes. Vincent watches patiently as I suggest to him that Les Casetes is where we should go today.

"You should work as a guide." Phil taunts, and I push him in the side. "Okay, okay, let's go see what this Les Casetes is."

Vincent moved so close to me that our hips pressed against each other. I turn my head and stumble upon the gaze of gray-blue eyes that slyly stare directly into mine. Goosebumps run down my spine, but I hold his gaze, and Vincent is the first to avert his eyes, because Phil asks a question:

"Where is Marina?"

"She's coming out now," I answer and Phil starts to chat, but I can't concentrate on what he says.

This is because I meet Vincent's eyes again, and I realize that until this moment I had not thought about how beautiful his eyes were. This is because for the first time he looks at me so close in the daylight and not through the lenses of his glasses. Deep amazing gray-blue eyes.

Vincent bites his bottom lip. I shudder inside from the memories of how these very lips devoured mine the day before. From the expression on his face, I understand that he is thinking the same thing. I still feel the touch of his hands on my body and feel a little dizzy. I notice two spots on his lower lip from my bites.

He does it on purpose. Vincent makes me fidget on the bench next to Phil on purpose. He deliberately harasses me.

I arch my left eyebrow playfully and smile, Vincent smiles too, but I turn away as Marina sits down at the table opposite us. I move away from Vincent a little closer to Phil.

It doesn't matter that yesterday Vincent and I burned in a kiss, in the light of day everything remains the same, and we should not cross the line in front of everyone.

It's a dirty little secret, and I haven't decided yet whether to make it public.

"Why did you run away so early yesterday?" Phil turns to Marina.

Marina looks at me, then looks at Vincent.

"I wanted to go home." She replies dryly.

"Dumped us..." in a playful manner, Phil begins to resent.