Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
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We got out straight onto the sand. I sunk my feet in in and just stood there, staring at the ocean for a moment. I couldn't see it as well in the dark but I could hear it. I could feel it. All of its power and glory.
This was the first time I saw the ocean again since returning home, and it felt a bit like seeing an old friend again. Nothing like the Rio water, the beach and the ocean.
"Don't wear high heels on the beach, huh?" Zico interrupted my daze and I remembered how much fun I was having.
I took my shoes off in the sand and asked him to hold them, which he did.
Then after I adjusted the straps on my dress, as they kept on constantly falling off, we ran closer to the shore line. The water grazing our feet as it came in and out, matching our breath.
This time we only looked at the water for a moment before Zico, one hand holding my shoed and the other grabbing my face gently towards his, kissed my lips.
And it was very much like the feeling of falling into the waves, of surrendering yourself completely for that is so what it felt like.
Then we looked at each other, and back at the ocean.
"Look at the moon," I said, pointing at the sky. "Its pink."
But then he just kissed me again.
We both fell onto the sand, and the bottom of my dress was salt water and my hair was sand. His hands were mine and skin on skin I couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down.
By the time we checked into the hotel on the beach, its prices ludicrous due to its popular location, the front desk woman gave us a funny look but kept quiet once we pulled out the credit cards.
I have had my share of hook-ups, but this was moving fast like lightning. This was not at all how I thought my night would go.
And I didn't mind.
In the elevator to the top, he kissed me, pressing me against the mirror walls. Making it feel like we were a million universes colliding at the same time.
It was the middle of the night so there was no one else in the hallways. When we entered the room, the balcony had a breathtaking view of the same ocean and moon that we felt up close.
I leaned over the edge, bending my body backwards and he was right there when I came back up. He kissed me hard, and I pushed back into him wanting to feel something ground me into this surreal moment.
Then he propelled me around and we were on the opposite wall and my dress was coming off and I didn't care if anyone could see us from the street. I didn't care about anything else but that moment.
Somewhere in the distance, unfamiliar music was playing and it didn't matter what song.
What Zico and I lacked in language, we made up in body.
He picked me up in his arms and carried me, dropping me lightly onto the bed.
As I was half on the bed, legs dangling off, he was on the floor trying to cover every corner of my body with his mouth.
Then, when he was finally inside me, I made a noise that came from a deep part within me. Noises I didn't know I carried inside of me.
The sun was shining directly through the blinds, creating whirlpools of lights in my closed eyes before I had a chance to open them. When I did, I saw that he was still sleeping right there beside me.
I didn't move but let my eyes scan his face, his skin. He was slightly darker than I thought in the dark. It was glaringly stark, this contrast of seeing him so open and vulnerable in the morning light compared to the night before.
His hair was long and grazed his sleeping eyes. I noticed small patches of skin discolouration around his body and over his eyes. He was ultimately beautiful. He possessed the kind of look that could be misinterpreted because to was so unique, but I felt like I could understand him.
That night, when he and I had sex I swore I could feel him. It was like his power, his fears and his beauty was mixed up into one and passed on to me. It was so strong that I nearly didn't know how to control the emotion. For a second what was two was really one before becoming separate entities again.
How funny it is, how two beings can somehow collide in the midst of all the chaos of the world.
I lifted my head and peeked at the alarm clock. It was still early but I was lucky that it was Sunday - the only day of the week that my family woke up later and hence had breakfast later tighter too, as my father always insisted.
I probably had just enough time to get home before I were to be found out.
I turned around to face the other side of the bedroom, to slowly try and get up but then I felt his arms reaching out to me, pulling me in and I started to melt again.
It was like there was something contradictory inside of me, something I couldn't control.
"Bom dia," he whispered. Good morning.
"Bom dia," I replied, turning around to face him again. He kissed me on the nose and brought me in.
"I don't know anything about you," he said in half amazement half humour.
"That's okay," I said. Thinking that was better. "I have to go," I began to say.
But his hand started to slowly crawl down my body and I put my arm over my mouth.
"Zico," I breathed.
"Do you?" He asked me deliberately.
And so even though it took some extra time, we ended up making love again in the morning and that's when I knew I really had to go before anything else would happen.
"Stay," he told me plainly, as I was gathering my clothes around the room.
