Color My Love

“You know what I think is amazing?”

Marc raised his head, propped himself with his elbow in interest.  “Tell me-- what is so amazing?”

A quirky smile traced her mouth as she sat up, staring across the water.  “Beneath all those waves, deep into the dead waters, there are no limits or sounds.   It’s enormously serene.”

“You’ve been here before,” he implied, impressed by her passion.

“Yeah, you could say that,” she smirked, as she lay back against the towel.  “My family has a vacation home here.  This happens to be my favorite place, and it still, never ceases to amaze me.” 

Marc was lost, engulfed in her soft, luring voice.  “You take my breath away,” he whispered delicately.

Sara turned her head; apprehensively she lifted her eyes to his.  She could barely breathe, feeling as if she was drowning into the depths of his eyes.  Her pulse suddenly leaped with excitement and alarm, they were filled with warmth, passion, and gentleness, enslaving her, “Oh, my God what is this some, ‘Enchanted Evening’?”

Marc searched deep into her heart feeling the longing.  A lump formed in the back of his throat, aching to touch her and had to remind himself to slow down, knowing his typical response was a function of training.  He was a skilled professional – seek, analyze, take swift action, no regrets.  Then almost from instinct, he slowly reached over and gently traced his fingers along her smooth cheek.  “Something wonderful is happening here,” he softly whispered.