Drip drop. Drip drop. I open my eyes and look around. I am still on the beach, cuddled up in Avory's arms. I wiggle out into the cold air. It is raining. I reach back to my back pocket and grab my phone, checking the time. We have been on the beach for three hours.
I turn around and shake Avory, waking him up.
"Morning my love," he says, opening his eyes. "I smell... the sea?"
I nod, "we fell asleep." He looks around taking in the sand and the waves. A seagull passes above us, probably on his way to a safe, dry place. Lily and Eeli are gone.
"How long have we..." Avory mumbles. He checks his watch and his eyes widen, "wow, three hours." He looks at me. And then he thinks of something and blushes.
"What?" I ask.
"We... um... we slept together... for three hours." I blush.
"Yes... um... we did." I sit down and think about that for a few seconds. "Avory?"
"Yes?" he says. He looks over at me. I look at him. Notice his features. His eyes. His beautiful nose. His wide smile. His dimples. I notice the way his hair moves in the wind. Just slightly. How it gets even darker as it gets wet. I notice everything. And I realize I love it all.
"Is that such a bad thing?" I respond. I look into his eyes. I search them for a sign. A sign that he feels the same way as me. That he loves every part of me too. That he loves my flaws as well as my beautiful parts. That he loved who I am inside and out. And then he kisses me. His lips meet mine. Every centimeter, every millimeter of my lips is covered by his. For those few minutes we breathe the same air, take up the same space, are more than two teenagers kissing on the beach. We are one. One person. Connected from the tips of our toes to the tops of our heads. And then he stops. And the world comes back into focus. And I see the gulls. I see the waves. I see the grains of sand that move beneath my feet. And everything all of a sudden seems even more beautiful. More special. More precious. And I feel as if I need to trap this place this moment in a jar and keep it forever. Keep it for myself. Never let anyone or anything ruin it. And so I do. I take a picture. A mental one and I trap it. I trap it away in my brain for safe keeping.
"I love you," I say. Because it's all I can say. "I love you so so much." and he nods. He nods and grabs my hand and we walk. We walk along the beach until the day is no longer day. And there are no more grains of sand to feel beneath our feet.
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The Perfect Days in Life
RomanceSometimes days are bad. Sometimes they are good. Sometimes they are perfect. That's what these days are. Perfect days in the lives of Lily and her friends.