Van Morrison sings softly in the background as you turn your face upward to receive a kiss from warm lips.
“How goes it?” His voice is soft, almost carried away by the breeze that sweeps around the lanai.
“Tide’s going to come in strong because of the tropical storm. There will be beautiful ocean music tonight.” You smile, and he smiles in return, the whiteness of his teeth stark against the darkness of his skin.
“What did you do today?” Leaning back, you prop your feet on the deck rail.
“Arranged for more condo construction. Read a couple of scripts. Told the guys about you.” He mimics your pose, his hand reaching out to gently take yours.
“Hmm.” Your attention is pulled away by the perfect halo surrounding the moon.
There is beautiful silence as you both close your eyes and wait for the magic of the night to take you away again. Then, he speaks, his voice low and faintly touched with worry.
“You don’t mind, do you? They want to know why I’m so…”
“Happy?” You turn and look at him, brushing your thumb across the back of his hand.
“Content.” He squeezes gently.
“That’s a good place to be.” Nodding, you look at the dark waves, the whitecaps starting to curl in reaction to the moon’s inevitable attraction.
“It’s a very good place to be, one I wasn’t sure I would ever find.” He moves closer now, pulling you into his embrace.
You sink against him, his body warm and familiar after many nights of exploration. Still, that moment you touch is electric…amazing…undeniable…and you gasp softly. He chuckles, knowing what you feel since you have tried so often to explain it. He thinks you explain it best in terms of the moon and sea.
Sometimes, he calls you Luna. That makes you smile. You haven’t decided on a nickname for him, the words for sea too mundane for the mysteries in this man’s eyes.
“I’m glad you found it with me.” You speak in the gentlest of sounds, your voice wrapped in emotions that cannot be confined to mere words.
As he takes your face in his hands, tilting it upwards to receive his kiss, you know exactly how the ocean feels when the moon calls.
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