Friday, June 11, 2010
She rubbed the feathery white sunscreen into her arms.
Tiny sparkles caught the sun like daytime stars.
"Can you do my back?" she said.
The breeze paused. He slid over on the blanket. Settled into position.
Along the wet sand, surf curled and rumbled gently. It sounded cozy and strangely far away.
"What a perfect day," he said.
He squeezed the cream into his palm. Dropping the tube in the bag, he dipped his fingers to get two hands going at once.
Goosebumps rose at the touch of cold, then settled smooth.
"You know," he said, "I used to watch guys putting sunscreen on girls' backs when I was young."
Skin. Slick and soft.
"Yeah," he said. "Before I ever had a girlfriend. Before anything."
She didn't move. Just enjoyed.
"It was hypnotizing," he said. "I didn't want to look away."
"And what does it feel like now? When it's you?"
He smiled. Big.
"It never, never gets old," he said.