the Devil and the Sea

29| Cala Morisca beach: play

Arriving in Carretera del Port, we leave the cars and head to the beach. I deliberately slow down and walk behind everyone.

"I thought you were coming in our car," Vincent says, following my example and coming up to me.

"I wanted that with all my desire, but it was impossible." I sigh in response.

"So you didn't tell your boyfriend?" The sweet murmur of a voice in English and my insides freeze in response.

"What are you talking about?"

I look ahead, afraid that Ricky will turn around and see me with Vincent and everything will turn into a scandal.

"About what happened between us." Vincent answers

I can't hide my grin, and Vincent frowns.

"Says the guy who I am sure called his girlfriend after making out with me, and told her right away? Is she up to date?" - Ironically, I remark, of course, also in English, so that no one would guess what we are talking about if they hear. Only Phil can understand, but he's on my side, right?

Vincent closes his eyes and seems to get annoyed at the memory of something. Of course, he kept everything a secret.

"It was just a kiss. I don't think that because of this something should change in our lives." I casually toss, as a defense mechanism. If Vincent doesn't take what happened seriously, why shouldn't I do the same?

I speed up and catch up with Marina as we cross the railroad tracks, leaving Vincent trailing behind.

There are not as many people on the beach as expected.

I slowly undress to my bathing suit, under Vincent's predatory gaze. I also can't stop staring when he exposes his body by stripping down to his swimming trunks. His athletic body is very attractive. Enough to lust for him. I gracefully pull my shorts down and meet his glacial blue eyes devouring me. I'm ready to drown in those eyes. I want to dive into them, not walk along the shore. I want to touch his muscular chest.

Vincent takes a run and jumps into the water from the pier.

When he gets out of the water, the drops slowly run down his body.

Crap.

I bite my lip.

Vincent slowly runs a hand through his blond hair, then ruffles it. Such a sexy gesture. I want to grab him and push him into the water so that he doesn't fool me.

"What?" I'm asking because Vincent has been staring at me for quite some time.

"Nothing, you're just beautiful."

My heart skips a beat as I watch the corners of his lips curl into a smile. I lower my eyes and feel the newly revived butterflies in my stomach. And who is trying to fool whom?

"Thank you."

Ricky runs up to me and hugs me, tightly pressing his cold wet body against mine. I squeal, swearing at him, and he releases me from a strong hug, after kissing me on the lips. And again runs into the sea.

Vincent and I follow him with our eyes.

"Aren't you bored?" Vincent's gray-blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

There are no glasses on his face, the last droplets of water slowly roll down his bare skin. He looks amazing. It's enough for me to just look at him.

No, this is not enough.

"I'm not bored." 

Vincent grins briefly, and I add:

"When you talk to me." I watch his reaction: his face lights up with a wide smile, he first looks away, and then, gray-blue eyes return to me again.