Positive/Negativity by D.D. Lorenzo Read Free Book Online

Ocean.
    Aria leaned her head over and rested it on Declan’s shoulder. He was a large, muscular guy. Not much physically intimidated him but he felt small, almost insignificant in comparison to his surroundings. They sat there for several minutes, in peaceful silence, sipping coffee and feeling the warmth of the sun as it rose in front of their eyes. It was captivating, and sitting with her by his side made it perfect. He was moved emotionally. It was a new and different experience for him, one that he liked very much.
    His travels had taken him all over the world, and he thought that he’d seen sights that had moved him. However, sitting here with Aria on the beach, in silence, he felt dominated by the appeal of this natural beauty and this enchanting woman. He was so out of his element.
     
    “I’ve wanted to ask for this for a while? Why do you always like to come to this spot?” I remember when I first saw you, I watched you for weeks coming here almost every day.”
    Thinking for a minute then said, “I’m not sure. This is where most of my beach memories started, I guess. Here is where I have my first carefree memories. Dad worked two jobs, and Mom worked at home. When we came to the beach, everyone relaxed. I have my earliest recollections of going into the ocean with my mom and dad. They each would hold my hands, one at each side, and lift me to jump over the waves. I would search for the seashells and sand crabs right here. Behind us is where we’d put our beach chairs and lay our blankets when the teenagers were allowed to come to the beach by ourselves, and we’d bury each other in the sand. One time, I had gotten sick from going on the Loop-O-Planes five times in a row with my cousin, Ann. We rolled on the sand, holding our stomachs, and vowed never to go on that ride again. I came here with my friends for Senior Week, and I’d been dared to sing in public right over there. This is also where I’d gotten my first kiss from a ‘summer fling’. When I was at college, this is where I’d think of going when I was stressed. When Dad died, it was the place I wanted to come to and cry about losing him. This is my ‘happy place’ and my ‘sad place’. It’s just my place.” She still had those damn sunglasses on, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but I detected emotion in her voice. She reached over and took my hand. “In spite of the rocky start we had” she laughed, “I now have another good memory. This is the place where I met you .” TT
    That statement caused my heart to squeeze in my chest. I reached over and took her glasses from her as I had desperately wanted to look into her eyes. We sat there in silence, but her eyes spoke directly to my heart. She had rendered me momentarily speechless, but composing myself I squeezed her hand.
    “I envy him,” I said.
    “Envy who?” she asked as she turned towards me, confused.
    “The boy who was your ‘summer fling’ and got that kiss.”
    She looked at me and leaned her head on my shoulder. I cupped her chin and stared right into those lovely eyes that affected me down into my soul. They began to fill with tears. I now understood why she kept her eyes covered; because they always betrayed her emotions. They showed that this woman was in no way false. She couldn’t counterfeit her emotions if her life depended on it. The genuine love she felt was displayed in a brilliant array of colors; and I was privileged to witness the display.
    Placing my hand under her chin, I put my lips to hers. She was soft, tender, honest…and I wanted more. Every moment with her was another moment that I wanted to know her—in every way. I brought my hand behind her head and pulled her to me, and she met me, eagerly. I could feel emotion and desire. I tried my tongue at the entrance of her mouth, and she allowed me access, with a soft moan. The moan…oh, that was what made me completely lose myself in her. It was what did me in. It blew my mind because it seemed so