Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. The voice was getting more urgent.
On the third “excuse me” I realized that someone was standing behind me wanting my attention. Standing facing the seawall looking out over the ocean, I was lost in the hypnotic fireworks display signifying the end of summer in this coastal town.
When I turned in the direction of the sound of a male voice with an equally hypnotic accent, I was aghast at the male specimen that was standing not two feet from me. My oh my, Poseidon rising up out of the ocean, his muscular suntanned chest was dripping wet from recently emerging from the ocean, equally wet were his skin tight jeans. As I ventured a rapid scan of his body, my eyes shyly caught sight of the bulge in his jeans, quickly my eyes shot up to his face as I tried to hide my own reddened face. No such luck. Damn. He was good looking. His face still wet from the sea with dark penetrating eyes and locks of curly wet black hair falling in a jumble around his face. And that smile; be still my beating heart.
I was clearly flustered that this Greek Adonis was standing so close to me I could breathe in his essence. He on the other hand were acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world to be standing soaking wet and half naked in front of a women asking her for directions.
When my mind finally registered that he was asking for directions, I was stunned by my response. In a act of sheer boldness, after all “carpe diem” was what that latest self-help book advocated. Adonis was standing so close to me I could feel the heat coming off his body. I told him not only could I give him directions; I would personally escort him back to the pier where the tall ships were anchored. OMG he had come from one of the sailing vessels that were in town for the week-long seaport festival that ended the next morning with the ships in full regalia (mostly for the tourists benefit) heading out to sea.
As we walked along the cobblestone streets heading back to the pier, Adonis told me that he had grown up on tall ships with his family having sailed around the world visiting every exotic port as a living museum. He grew bored with the flock of tourists the tall ship was opened up to daily while in port and decided to take a swim. Take a swim! Across the bay! The man has stamina along with a body that rivaled any tri-athlete! My mind briefly entertained the thought of what Adonis would look like full sail. This thought sent a blush throughout my body. Delicious!
That is how he happened to find me. I was restless with summer life in the small town I had come to spend the summer writing. The annual fireworks display brought me out and fate brought us together. As we walked and talked his hand briefly touched mine and a shock of electricity shot through me. I did my best not to blush. Again!
By the time we reached the ship, the sparks flying between us could have ignited the old wooden dock. Two long-lost lovers reunited. The love was still alive and palatable. We looked deep into each other’s eyes and instantly recognized each other; two souls connecting, smiles of recognition lit up our faces. In that brief moment, we both knew we were to be together, again.
Come join me on the tall ship, he said. Oh, yes, yes, yes. I ran back to my small rented room, gathered up what little possessions I had, paid the clerk and checked out. Summer in this hemisphere was ending in this quaint seaside town with the days getting shorter. But now the summer would go on as the two of us embraced the start of something wonderful. Ooh! La! Aah!
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