Girl of Mine

Chapter 51 - Cold

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Elvis POV

The 27th of June, 1957

Without seeing colors mid-air, you knew they were there as a fleeting feeling of summer in yellow, blue, and pink. Rocky showings of sun rays painted what it could in their path. One serene version of blue was above you, and the other was recklessly trying to reach it with mist and jumping sea spray—evidently more apparent on windy days where it got to reign. And through it all, you might end up with a bit of colour settling at your cheeks. Both those above and below. In deepened shades or fluorescent burns.

With no breeze, I didn't mind the few clouds drifting in the sky. Casting a coming and-going shadow at our beach towels and bathing clothed bodies as I rested at my side. The black and white striped towel underneath me slacked off with me—watching Sal a short foot away, next to me.

Borrowing my sunnies, she held her book high, resting her head back with flowing locks of hair in a pattern almost convincing you the sun had come to bask in its own glory. «Good book?»

«I wouldn't know; you won't let me read.» She smirked, gazing at me with lowered glasses. Laughing, I let her be and turned to my other side, supporting myself at my elbow—staking out the view.

Firstly hearing and then seeing Scotty and Red shouting in the background, they'd brought rackets and a tiny orange ball making sharp bangs as they hit it back and forth with a mellow rise and fall of the ocean to their waists. We chose to drive off to a secluded beach for the day, with no more than a total of ten people stretched out on the long beach of sand that tried to impersonate snow. Mighty boulders seemingly forming mountains turned to cliffs stretching against the seashore at the end of the beach, just to our left, where we found our spot.

Another spot found by Sal was my side; I felt her hand come in to share my waist, and with a slight turn of my chin past my shoulder, a kind smile moved in at my face as I let myself feel her touch. «Honey?»

«You didn't have to turn away.» She said, mild-toned with a hazy smile returning mine.

«No?» A groggy sunstruck sounding me spoke as I let my lips curve into affectionate shapes. With the move of my frame and the velvety-towel-feel at my back again, laying back, her hand went to my stomach. Dear God.

I watched as her nerves grew to remove her hand slowly, staying clear of my eyes—avoiding me.

«Hey, it's just me..» I said, and going in for her shoulder, I lay my hand down the way I did last night during dinner. Watching her calm down, she nodded as she put her head down now at the overlap of our towels.

Our eyes crashed like it must feel to be two meeting oceans, but there was no rash movement to rely on that parallel. I held onto Sal's gaze, wondering how her conflicting feelings went through her mind as we touched.

Losing myself in her possible thoughts, I got awakened by her voice. «There are some girls coming our way.» She stated, looking past me.

Appearing before me while turning my head, I saw them too—five girls giggling and overly fixing their hair. Despite their coming arrival, I rolled over to face Sal and stroked her arm with gentle fingers—noticing each feathery sunbleached hair. «Would you mind me greeting them, dear?»

«Of course not, Elvis. You don't need to ask me that.» I found her sweet smile conveyed as being puzzled—almost humoured. Or really, way past it.

«I know, but I wanted to.» I gave her a half smile, nudging her shoulder before I let go.

Getting up as the girls came closer to us, one flaunted her eyelashes, the other smiled sweetly, and the third took a sensual stance as she stopped. The other two were more or less too shy to look my way—staying back.