the Devil and the Sea

34| Two can keep a secret

I slide my tongue into his mouth.

We. Again. Kissing.

But it's not like the first kiss, when we were on fire. Now it is a calm and gentle kiss. I love the tenderness with which Vincent's lips slide over mine.

We don't even touch each other, only our lips are connected. I want to run my fingers through his blond hair, but I don't dare. His lips are so soft, so pleasant. Feeling his tongue with your own is a real pleasure.

He puts his hand behind my back, and puts his hand on the back of my head, drawing me closer to him, he's about to deepen the kiss. I pull away from Vincent and no longer see the hesitation in his eyes. Now they are blazing with fire, so hot that for a second I admit the thought that I could burn myself.

Frightened, I take a step back, increasing the distance between us.

"Time's up for us," I clear my throat, "let's go back before anyone catches us, we've already lingered here more than necessary." I bite my lip, afraid I said it too harshly. "They'll think we're having sex here." I'm kidding, trying to lighten the mood.

Vincent grins, and I note how beautiful he looks in a regular T-shirt and sports shorts.

"Okay," He gives me a knowing look.

Back on the football field, we stand a couple of meters apart and watch the game. Occasionally exchanging glances with each other.

"Why do you sometimes say you're a sick bastard?" I ask Vincent such a dumb question, but I really wonder if this sentence comes out of his mouth a lot when he discusses things with guys. And yes, I'm listening.

I thought it was a parallel to Fifty Shades of Grey, but honestly, I can't imagine Vincent in BDSM. Although ... you never can tell.

"Maybe because that's who I am?" Vincent looks at me.

"Fair, considering you have a girlfriend and you've been away from her for TWO MONTHS."

"It's complicated."

Well, of course it is difficult, if he was blazing in love for her, he wouldn't kiss me. He wouldn't tell me, a stranger, how he plans to break up with her.

"How long have you been together?" I ask, I don't know why.

I don't really care how long they have been together!

"Maybe six months, maybe a year, I don't remember," he replies, and his tone seems indifferent.

Marina said that for two years, which one of us two is Vincent lying to?

"What's the craziest thing you've done in bed?" I can't find a more modest question, sorry. My brain is on fire.

I know it kills my defensive position in his eyes, but I don't care, I'm just having fun.

"I need to think... write with a marker on a girl's naked body, I don't know."

I explode with laughter.

"Wow, this definitely is the height of perversion!" I tease him mockingly.

We laugh together.

"I'm not a pervert, in case you're wondering." He says after our laughter subsides and runs a hand through his hair.

Raul is very noisy, rolling the ball into the goal between the goalkeeper's legs. He runs up to me and offers me high five, which I hit.

"That's the way to play!" He yells like a madman, jumping up and down with his hands thrown up.

"What pose do you like the most?" Vincent asks when Raul returns to the football field.

"Cowgirl," I answer without hesitation, "What about you?"