TRYING NOT TO LOVE YOU

~Eighth Part~

In childhood, we always visited the amusement park with Marc's parents every year. We always had a lot of fun. We bought the tickets and the joy begins. We tried all the trains, carousels, we bumped with cars, we knock down the pins, we ate candyfloss and popcorn and drank coke, but the most of all we had so much fun. Few people who recognized Marc stopped us and asked for an autograph and photo with him. He pleased all of them and I was happy to do the work of the photographer. "Marc, is that your girlfriend?" a little girl asked him. At that time I saw him for the first time that he was embarrassed because he didn't know what he would actually answer. I laughed: "I'm his cousin." The girl smiled and embraced me.
The clock was nine when we left the amusement park. "Where are we going now?" I asked when he hugs me around my shoulders. "I know for a perfect place," he said and smiled. Of course, he didn't want to tell me what he had in his mind. We walked to the car and drove away. As soon as we turned on a familiar road, I knew that we're going to the beach. "Oh, there we go," I said and we both laughed. We went to the beach where we first kissed when we were 5 and 6 years old. We were so curious how it looks and how it feels, so the family relationship wasn't an obstacle. He parked the car five meters away from the beach. We took off our shoes and walked to the rock where our first (and only) kiss happened. We climbed to the top of the rock, which was not too high and sat down. A slight wind was blowing, we were listening to the waves and watched the clear, starlit sky. It was exactly the same like 17 years ago. "It's still so beautiful here," Marc said. "Yeah. When we had a long lesson in the boarding school or a lot to learn, I often thought about this place. It's so calm," I said. "Sara?" he said and holds my hand. "Hm?" I asked. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. "Do you remembered what happened here?" he asked and smiled. His eyes were sparkling like the stars in the sky. I smiled and nodded. "Our first kiss," we both said at the same time. We laughed. We knew each other so well... We really felt each other. "Marc," I started quietly. "Ssshhh," he said and leans closer to me. I knew that nobody could destroy that moment, so I closed my eyes and waited for him to kiss me. And he did. After long - very long seventeen years we kissed again. But on this time I knew what was going on. At first, he kissed me gently. He only pressed his lips on mine. Then he looked at me to make sure if I liked it and kissed me again. This time he caresses my face with his hands, while I went with my hands through his hair. I was waiting for that moment for a long time. Now I just wanted more and more. After a kiss, he kissed me on the cheeks, nose and forehead, and then again on the lips. I still had my eyes closed when he caressed me on my face. I opened them and smiled. We both were quiet, we just looked at each other and smiled. I didn't have a clue what to say and he probably felt the same. Should I say to him that he's a good kisser? Hell no, he's not a good kisser. He's an excellent kisser. God, I'd like to kiss with him all the time.
He hugged me over my shoulders, kissed me again on my forehead and pressed me closer to him. I leaned my head on his shoulder: "Let us stay like that forever."
He smiled: "If only we could. I have to start training tomorrow. The new season will start soon."
I nodded: "Yeah, I know and I totally support you. I'm ready for your new victories."
He laughed: "Competition is going to be increasing this year."
"I don't care, you'll always be the winner for me. The one and only." He looked at me and kissed me softly on lips again. I could stay like this for whole night if the clouds didn't appear and it started raining. We quickly ran to the car and drove home. It was still raining. "I'm going to walk you to the door," he said and we walked to the front door when it thundered. "Great, the storm," I said when he silenced me with a kiss. I smiled and hugged him around his neck. "So, would you be my girlfriend now that there are no family ties between us?" he asked and we both laughed. It was funny because we thought till yesterday that we're related. Well, actually, Marc knew the truth, but he acted like he didn't know. "Of course, that's what I want for whole my life," I said and we kissed again. It thundered. "Go in there now. See you tomorrow in the morning," he said and kissed me goodnight. I was totally in love.
The following days were held like this: every morning at 6:30 we went for a run, then we swam in the lake and ran back again; then we're having breakfast once with my parents and other day with their parents. The things with my dad were completely different - we weren't arguing no more. The afternoons Marc spent in the motocross. Sometimes I went with him and sometimes I was at home and passing the time. In the evenings I was watching the movies with Marc, play videogames with him and Alex, sometimes we went for a walk or we play the parlour games with the whole family. Both parents were impressed that we're a couple, because everyone knew that we were head over heels in love practically the whole life. "It was always obvious that you loved each other," they repeated nonstop.