the Devil and the Sea

67| Life isn't a fairytale

When summer evening falls on the city the next day, Vincent comes to me after work, as he promised, and the two of us have dinner on the terrace. Naturally, Marina said that she would come later when I called her ten minutes ago.

Vincent behaves as usual. Doesn't even try to talk about what happened. And I'm glad there's no tension between us. I'm sitting at the table across from Vincent, and even though we're all busy eating and not talking, I feel quite comfortable.

"What is your nickname on Instagram and Facebook ?" Vincent asks, and the fork of food in my hand freezes right in front of my mouth.

I slowly raise my eyes from the plate to Vincent.

"Why do you wanna know?"

Vincent catches my eye and a slight smirk touches his lips.

"I want to find you, say "hello." He speaks slowly in a languid voice.

I hold back a chuckle, not wanting to admit that I love everything he says so much.

"You won't find me."

I arch an eyebrow at him, trying to figure out just how serious he is.

"Why do you need my social networks if you have my phone number and you can always call me?"

"I want to be in touch with you twenty-four seven." Vincent's confident voice gives me goosebumps, and his persistence and tenacity frightens me.

So, stop, don't get fooled by this.

My control over myself next to him is a very conditional thing, and it makes me nervous. Obviously, Vincent strives to fill my whole life with himself, tries to seep into all its spheres.

I look at this guy sitting opposite, and despite the endless denials, I still understand that I want only him. It is like an unknown galaxy for me, and even though many dangers await me, I still want to penetrate its limits and study it. Even if I am pulled into a black hole. Even if I can't get out.

"If you want to, you will find me." I answer, aimlessly picking at my plate.

The corner of Vincent's mouth twists into a smirk.

"Very tasty, you cook deliciously." Vincent says as he empties his plate all the way.

"Yeah," I agree, even though it's my mum who cooked today, I decide that let Vincent think differently.

After all, I cook just as well.

My mother joins us, she fawns over Vincent, and they exchange pleasantries. I clear the table while watching the two of them and it seems Vincent has found a common ground with my mom. It's not that hard, since my mom has decided she likes Vincent for some reason.

When Mom leaves and we're alone again, kneeling on a chair, I lean my elbows on the table and stare directly into Vincent's eyes. I love Vincent's interested look, when it seems like he sees nothing but me. I lean forward to kiss him. Just. Just because I want it at the moment. I am surprised that I have the courage - just like that, kiss him when my mind decides I want to kiss him. But I do it. Simply because I CAN. My lips slide over his, in a moment I feel his wet tongue slip into my mouth, and the body reacts with goosebumps, and between the legs it begins to throb.

When the gate slams, I reluctantly tear myself away from his lips and see Marina. I think such gestures are unnecessary with her. She rolls her eyes and joins us. I walk around the table and sit on Vincent's left, with Marina taking my original seat.

I enjoy the company of the most pleasant people for me at the moment. They start talking animatedly about the Game of Thrones series, and I just listen, occasionally getting into dialogue and laughing a lot. I don't know how to describe the look Vincent is giving me tonight. But it hurts my heart.