The Moment
The sun’s rays intermittently peeked through an overcast sky, making the pool’s surface serenely crystalline. The ambience was intoxicating … a perfect backdrop for a romantic tryst. The pool stretched to infinity overlooking two small islands adjoined by a light-brown pastel colored beach, and beyond – open sea. A small tree stood near the right side of the pool sheltering sculptured rocks … swallows flying freely, gliding through gentle bursts of wind that occasionally buffeted the mountainside.
The water’s coolness was elixir to his dulled and weary mind … likewise soothing the shooting pains he felt from his sun-burnt skin. The water’s embrace heightened his senses as he dove into the cobalt-tiled pool. As he broke the surface for fresh air, she giggled childishly.
She looked beautiful … true, she has always looked cute from afar … but never beautiful … never like this. Was it the way the sun reflected on her wet, dark hair … or was it the way the drops of water trickled down her soft pale skin? She always carried this impishly childish smile about her, always ready to disarm the most brutish of men … it seemed, however, that the afternoon sun, the comforting lap of waves upon the indigo pool and the peaceful silence had transformed her smile into something more exotic … more … mature … more alluring.
He was drawn to her … caught in the sensual embrace of water on their bodies … he didn’t know if she would be offended in this innuendo … frankly speaking … he didn’t even care. He gently massaged her feet … feeling the smoothness of her skin … looking into the light brown hue of her eyes. She smiled as they relished in the candid innocence of their conversation. His heart skipped beats as she didn’t seem to mind his touch … he was almost sure that the feelings were not mutual … however, he couldn’t stop the boiling of is blood nor the call of primeval instinct. She was the hunter, here, not he … he was the caged animal while she, the able ringmaster.
She swam lightly in the water … turning, swirling … seemingly unaware of the inner struggle he was going through. Their bodies touched, occasionally … innocently, for her ... but torturously for him. He held her waist to guide her and his body seethed … curiously, he even checked if the water would boil from his inner heat. It was sensual … the water, a perfect blanket that skimmed and flowed with their bodies … smooth and undeterred … like silk.
She then asked him to share the view with her … to look across the expanse unto Loren’s island. It touched his heart … and for that one fleeting moment, he felt a tangible connection … faint, yet there. They shared that moment … casual yet intimate … intense, yet, relaxing. They stayed there for a few minutes more, wishing to extend that moment a while longer … but as the sound of distant laughter neared … they were both aware that their time together was over … regrettably, hesitantly, he thanked her … he looked into her eyes as he held her hands one last time. As the pool was disturbed by bodies diving in … she smiled and moved away … in an instant, the moment drowned in the ripples of the pool … and was gone.
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