the Devil and the Sea

54| The pleasure trap

On the fast track to the sportbike in the backyard, we discuss trivia with Vincent and laugh like old friends. I glance at Vincent furtively, trying to figure out what it is about him that makes me feel amazingly magical next to him.

Vincent gives me a helmet and takes me somewhere.

To his home?

He stops at his house and jumps off his sportbike, and I am left to sit on it alone.

"I'll be in for a couple of seconds." Vincent says and runs into the house.

I turn around and look around like a criminal.

Like a criminal who fears they might stop him.

I love the night. In Sitges, this time of day, there is nobody around.

Less than a minute passes, and Vincent comes out with a blanket in his hands and tucks it into his backpack as he goes.

"Why is that?" I ask with apprehension, even though the thought flashed through my head that he obviously took a condom with him.

Vincent tilts his head to the side and the question is read in his eyes: "Are you serious?"

I remain silent, and he says:

"Do you want to watch the stars lying on the ground and wet sand?"

This is not how I imagined it to be "alone with you."

Wait, how long has he been interested in the stars? He probably wants to impress me.

I squint suspiciously at him and catch mischievous sparks in my eyes. I know it's "watching the stars."

I take the backpack from his hands and put it on my back. First, because it is light like a feather, and second, because I want to be able to cling onto Vincent's back without any obstacles.

Vincent is taking me again towards Garraf. I love the wind in my hair.

About halfway between Sitges and Port Ginesta, Vincent stops his sportbike and says:

"Follow me."

What I am doing. There is a cliff below us, but next to him I am not at all afraid.

"How is this place called?" I ask, looking around and admiring the beauty that accompany our path.

"I have no idea, I came here the other day, I wanted to show you." He answers and looks back.

We go down and get to a secluded cove. Maybe it's twenty meters long. And the sea looks like a dark, frightening abyss. And when we lift our heads up, our galaxy, the Milky Way, is clearly visible.

Vincent spreads out a blanket and we sit on it. He lies on his side, leaning on his elbow, and watches me while I enjoy the starry sky.

"Look up: in this big city of yours, you will never see this and you will regret that you looked in the wrong direction." I say mockingly.

"In my opinion, I will look in the wrong direction if I don't look at you."

My ears are red and burning. I'm afraid to look at Vincent, so I fixed my gaze on the sky.

"I'm sure that I won't regret that I was looking at you all the time." Chest voice Vincent hypnotizes and disarms me.

But I have no illusions about this. I know that pure lust dominates his feelings now.

I turn and look at him in response and the starry sky no longer seems so interesting, because the guy's eyes in the dark take me into their possession.

Vincent moves closer to me. I move closer to Vincent. My body strives for him, and I don't know what is happening to me, but I can't take my eyes off his, just like he can't take his eyes off mine. I don't know how much time passes while we study each other in silence. I don't know which one of us gives up first, but in the next second, our lips are joined together. Vincent puts his hand on the back of my head, turning the innocent kiss into a greedy collision of lips. A breathtakingly passionate kiss, intoxicates, excites, dizzy, promises more. My skin is on fire, my body is on fire, my palms are trembling, my legs are shaking.