MAHALIA
Vasilios blocked the setting sun from my view. But the colorful horizon as his backdrop made him look ethereal. The tangy smell of the seawater combined with his unique scent made me heady. When he dipped his head and hovered his lips just less than an inch from me, I could feel his warm breath fanning my face, intermingling with my own uneven breath. It seemed that my heart careened for a moment before it kicked hard and fast inside my chest. I couldn’t move away, didn’t want to anyway. Then his lips softly touched mine, experimenting if I’d stop or push him away. But I didn’t, making me suck more air into my lungs, breathing him in.
I met his lips with my own as my arms wound around his nec
