I hold out my hand, beckoning her to take it. She looks up at me and laughs cooly, the moonlight glancing off her flushed cheeks. She wraps her fingers around mine and I pull her up on the rock. Our jeans are rolled up; still wet though after wading through the frothy surf. The barnacles scratch the soles of our feet, but I guess she didn’t seem to mind much. The incoming waves pound against the rocks in front of us, throwing up foam that caresses our faces. The night is clear, except for a single wispy cloud near Sagittarius. Off in the distance, there the city sleeps quietly with its lights glowing gently, while around us the sand basks in the glow of the moon and stars.
My finger points at the swirling froth in the waves, clockwise, counterclockwise, each spin shimmering with the welcoming lights of a million bio-luminescent creatures coming to life. I can hear her mouthing gasp, her amazement, her childish wonder, her anticipation of the wait. I pick my moment, slipping my fingers between hers. We both crack a sarcastic smile before bursting into laughter, piercing the dry night with life.
It’s moments like these, it’s moments like these, she repeats softly as I lead her back to the sand, taking short hops from rock to rock. It’s moments like these, as our toes wiggle into the wet sand. Moments like these … as we plop onto the blanket I’ve hidden with care behind the towering cliff face. Yeah, it’s moments like these that I truly love.
The sudden breeze tucks her wavy hair behind her ears, and she glowed. She puts her hand on my heart, and asks, “Do you always have to be like this, J.?” How could I reply to such a question? I mumble, I mouth a reply, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore once our lips are locked. And it’s moments like these, that the world stops around us, leaning in, struggling to hear the whispers inside.
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