𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

18

Î hold my breath as she slowly clîmbs over me, her eyes seemîngly burnîng a hole în my skîn.

"What's up, lovîe?"
Î croak, takîng out my earphone.

Sîlence.

She slowly grabs my shakîng hands as she straddles me.

"You're shakîng, sweetîe. Please tell me îf somethîng îs botherîng you. You've been lîke thîs all day."
She soothes, checkîng my forehead to see îf Î'm runnîng a fever.

"Baby, dont stress over me. Î promise you, Î'm fînd. Ît'll pass, Î always get all jîttery when Î'm homesîck."
Î assure her, smîlîng.

She's so sweet.

"Do you want to take a walk wîth me? Maybe the sounds of the ocean wîll help. Come on, we can stop and get food too."
She whîspers, pattîng my cheek.

Î bîte my lîp.

"Just us? Oh, wow. Our fîrst real date."
Î can't help but grîn a lîttle.

She gîggles, movîng away.

"Ah, a stroll by the beach and fancy restaurant? Absolutely perfect."
She agrees.

Î get up and stretch.

She grasps my hand as Î busy myself dîgging my toes înto the sand.

Î love how soft ît îs.

Plus we've made ît a game for her to tell me to step left or rîght as we come across any shells or glass or anythîng.

"Thîs îs kînd of cheatîng, don't you thînk?"
Î mutter, lîftîng my head as the wînd pîcks up.

"What? Î don't cheat."
She says îmmedîately.

Î roll my eyes.

"We already know almost everythîng about each other. Usually people ask each other theîr înterests and whatnot on the fîrst date."
Î say.

She thînks about ît.

"Well why don't we play reversed 21 questîons? See how much we really know about each other, no?"
She says softly.

Î thînk that thîs moment îs the most satîsfyîng on the trîp so far.

Me walkîng down by the beach hand în hand wîth my new gîrlfrîend.

We're both happy.

What more could Î ask for?

"That sounds perfect, baby."
Î whîsper.

"Î lîke ît when you call me baby."
She whîspers back

Î bîte my lîp.

"Rîght."
She tugs on my hand.

Î take a step to the rîght îmmedîately.

"Î lîke ît when you lîke anythîng about me."
Î mutter.