She was standing on the bridge down by the beach as he was passing by. He didn’t really want to stare, but he couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous. So beautiful. Her hair flowed around her shoulders like the river at spring, her curves were smooth as the waves.
He was going to go past her, he really was. She turned and stared into his eyes. Her eyes were intense. Cold. Green like the sea itself.
Hello. Her voice was soft, like the sound of the salt water slowly entering the beach on a warm summer night.
Hello. He looked away. Kept walking.
Where are you going? She asked, her eyes penetrating his fragile soul.
Is anyone waiting?
He didn’t answer. She followed him.
They made love in the waves stroking the shore. She was good. Too good. Too much.
He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He kept looking…
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