The Sicilian Affair

There was no sound.

No wind softly blowing in the trees, no waves gently crashing on the beach. Tomas could only focus the rippling motion of the water orbiting around her. The moon provided all the light he needed to capture every bits and pieces of her luscious body. It was more than he could have asked for.

Her golden locks sprawled around her and immediately blanketed her naked breasts as she emerged from the sea. Her faint gasp for air, cause his heart to jerk out painfully against his chest. She slowly parted her lips and allowed them to curve into a satisfying smile.

He could hear his own heart beating as he swallowed the uncomfortable lump in his throat.

Who was she?

He knew that it was wrong to look but couldn’t quiet tear his eyes away from her hourly shaped silhouette.

Nobody dared to use this part of the beach except for him.

His staff knew better, everybody knew that, so the question remained, who was she?

He watched as she dived under for a second time, unaware that he was holding on to his breath, awaiting for her to come back up for air so that he could catch another glimpse of her face.

He was too tired to play guess who, he had half a mind to march over there and yell some sense into her.

Didn’t she know that it could be dangerous to swim out here on her own? Especially if she hadn’t had a sight of what this part of the beach was like in daylight. He jaws flexed at the thought alone.

It felt like an eternity had went and passed and she still hadn’t come back up.

The water was too calm, he couldn’t see her or evidence of her anywhere.

Great, the daft of a woman probably drowned.