KISS IN THE SEA

He smiles. Damn that smile! He might as well be the god of the sea. I lift my hand slowly from the water, where I am almost fully buried, to his face to confirm whether he is really a human. He didn't move an inch; he just stood still until our flesh came into contact. He is fresh. He is still dripping wet, but he is so hot. Talk of people with exemplary, amazing looks! He is a beauty god. And these lips, oh shieet! They are so tempting. He is all together tempting. Why do you look so sweet, Mr. Stranger? I would like to know how it would feel to be kissed by these beautiful lips. What would the kiss taste like? Honey? Chocolate? Vanilla? And how would it feel?

As if driven by a spirit, I lean in, and in, and in, until there is no gap left between our lips anymore. That contact between our lips makes me want to melt. His warm breath sent electric waves all over my body. I brush his lips with mine. So soft. My hands stretch to his body, landing on his stomach, and they freely move to his chest. I close my eyes and permit the magic of the sea to take over. He didn't object. He didn't retreat. He didn't push me away. He allowed me to touch him. He allowed me to kiss him. He allowed the kiss to happen. He didn't just allow me to kiss him; he kissed me back. His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle.

Darn!

I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

Is it normal to feel so hot under the cold water of the sea?

He explores all the corners of my mouth, and I do no less. He tastes like honey. So sweet. Before we suffocate due to lack of breath, we pull away, but we keep holding on to each other, our eyes communicating a language I can't understand. This look in his eyes can make me fall into another temptation in a second, and before that happens, I let go of him and slip away from his hands, albeit trembling from the impact of that kiss.

Now I am certain I really lost my mind. How can I kiss a total stranger like that and relish in the kiss like that?

"That was such a nice way to say hi." The stranger says, pushing his curly hair backwards with his hands.

Shit! What got into me? Why did I do that? I am sure now he sees me as a cheap woman, or a desperate one. How could I have allowed myself to be carried away by his looks so quickly? It's not my fault, though. Why does he have to be this charming? I look at him right now, and I want to crush his sugar lips once more. I want to taste him again. The thought of our tongues dancing together again in our mouths sends jolts down my spine, weakening my bones. I want to feel myself melting into his strong arms again.

Oh, God! Why did he have to appear before me? Why did he even allow this madness to happen? He should have pushed me away.

"What is bothering you so much that you want to drown yourself?" He spoke again because my mouth ran dry of words after what I just did.

"Ah, I wasn't trying to drown myself. I just didn't realize how far into the sea I had gone." I stammer.

"Because you were lost in thoughts. That was dangerous." He says.

"And you? What were you doing in the waters?" Now this is what I get for ashaming myself. I can't stand his eyes now. I am avoiding them like plaque. His lips too. He might think I want to steal another kiss.

"I was on my way back when I saw you. Have you asked yourself why nobody is swimming in this area? It's dangerously deep here, and the waves aren't any less dangerous." I nod my head. Wait.

"So, you are the man I saw sitting alone earlier." The maroon T-shirt and curly hair are what I saw from his back earlier. "I guess I am not the only one with loads of problems."

"I suppose so. But first, let's get out of here." We walk in silence out of the water and stand on the shore. I can't even see my shoes around. I'm sure I left them somewhere around here.

"Looking for something?" The stranger asked after noticing my distress.

"I can't find my shoes." I respond.

"Oh, that. Wait." He walks a distance back to the area with dry sand and starts digging on the sand with his hands. In a minute, he digs out my shoes, a phone, and some keys. Wow! "Here." He says this after walking back to me and handing me my shoes.

"Thank you." I say, and he nods his head.

What a crazy thing I did! How will I walk back to the hotel, looking wet from head to toe? Gosh! It looks like I left my brain back in my hotel room. That is why I am acting all crazy. Leaving my shoes at the shore, daring God, wanting to drown myself, and, most craziest of all, kissing a stranger That is the highlight of all the crazy things I have ever done.

"So, you know me?" I ask my stranger to stroke the savior, turning to look at him.

He grins again. If he only knew how beautiful his smile was, he would keep it on throughout his entire life. "Is there anyone in this country who can't recognize the amazing musician, Gia Wilson?"

"Oh, wow! I guess I am more famous than I really know."

"You are. Trained in music and beauty." He turns to look at the sea, and I do the same, half smiling at his comment. Did he just call me beautiful? I hope he is not being sarcastic. Can there be any beauty beyond his?

"Hey!" I called, and he turned to me. "Forget what I did back there, okay? I was kind of possessed by some kind of evil spirit. I was not myself. I'm sorry." This is so embarrassing, especially because he is looking at me. He gives me a smirk that's hard for me to understand.

"You want to share your problems?" The smirk is gone, and he wears a serious face. Either way, he still looks very handsome. With or without a smile or a smirk on his face, my eyes would still remain glued to him.

"I would rather not. It's too..." How do I say it? I don't want to sound rude.

"Personal?" He asks.

"Complicated."

"Try me." He challenged.

My story is pathetic, I know. I can't tell anyone about it. But why do I feel so free around this stranger that I met just a couple of minutes ago? Why does he feel trustworthy? I might be going insane to feel like this for someone in such a short time.