the Devil and the Sea

71| Photograph

I lower myself onto his chest, listening to his heart beating fast. Vincent runs his fingers through my hair, brushing it out of my face.

I climb off him and lean back next to him. Breathing heavily, I turn my head towards him, only because he does the same. The crazy smile on his lips is scary. He pulls me towards him and I lay my head on his chest my leg around his as he gradually evens his breathing.

He helps me get dressed and while I light a cigarette he dresses himself. Then he independently takes a cigarette from my pack.

"I seem to have developed a new habit." He says with a grin, bringing the lighter to his face.

"Cigarettes or sex with me?" Chuckling, I clarify.

"Both." He pulls me in and kisses the top of my head.

We lean back on the blanket and, embracing, talk about trifles.

"I have a bit of a sore throat," I complain, touching my lip, on which a cold has popped up.

"Got sick?" Vincent asks, and I don't know if this is a rhetorical question.

"Also, a sore on my lip popped out ... that sucks!" I cover my face with my hands.

Everything was supposed to be perfect, but my body sets me up.

"Let's go, I'll get you something." Vincent says.

"No need, it will go away by itself," I retort nonchalantly, causing Vincent to chuckle.

"What?" I throw at him a look full of bewilderment, "it's always been that way."

"If you listen to me, and smear your lips with a healing lipstick, it will go away much faster," Vincent does not lag behind.

"Fine, but only if it works in one day, otherwise it doesn't make any sense," I shrug, and Vincent grins again.

We stand up and I lift the blanket, wrapping myself completely in it.

Vincent, as usual, looks at me with a smile all over his face. Is it the sex that affects him, or me? Or sex with me?

Vincent looks at me all the time, I'm already used to such increased attention from him. He takes a step towards me in order to completely close the distance between us and, clasping his arms, lifts me up and runs forward with me in his arms. I put my hands on his neck to hold on and I burst out laughing along with him.

I hope that we are alone here, and no one sees from the side of two idiots in love that they laugh so loudly in the night.

Vincent only lowers me to my feet when we're beside his sportbike.

He kisses my hand before I mount his sportbike.

He drives me home and screams with delight along with me.

We stop at his house and he leads me to his bedroom, I keep as quiet as possible so as not to inadvertently wake Phil up.

Vincent closes the door behind us. I look around the room while he rummages through the bedside table.

The walls of the room are painted in light colors, in general everything - furniture, bed linen - everything is painted in light colors.

Vincent squats down and hands me a lip balm and a spray for sore throat.

"Did you bring a first aid kit with you?" I'm bursting with laughter.

"No, just some essentials," he replies.

His room has a balcony and I nod at him.

"Shall we go outside?" I need access to fresh air.

There are two chairs on the balcony and we sit on them.