Fragments of Faith

et up a tent in a remote location far from the parking lot. Overnight parking and camping were

was slowly making its descent. She looked like a goddess with her hair highlighte

him away or acting like she suspected him. Showing he cared a

uted over the roaring surf.

ld I go in

nd laughed. "The water's free

ng?" She untied her hair a

ht sent his blood pulsing downwards and his brain

of her. "You don't have to go in

, slinky model's walk. His imagination stripped her naked, and

cascade of colors. Orange, purple, crimson, and blue. The

and slipped it into the front pocket of her h

drop to his sides, jaw dropping at her

r eyes." She nudged him down to a flat rocky ledge and climbe

ng at me, not

out the side of my eye, like a painted background, but I

him. Her lips hovered near his, and the scent of her perfume invited him to

ey and blue ocean. The golden cone of the sun, the salty sea scent, the relentless crash of the sur

er his. He opened his mouth and closed his eyes, allowing b

r lips. His stubble rubbed against her, stimulating her tongue to explore. He was not

-the passionate way he held her, his hand appreciative, yet never venturing to mor

ostrils. "I love the sea

upper arm, making a motion of depressing a syr

ll the credit." His eyes claimed

her. She couldn't figure out what Ismail wanted. He said friends, but that

ved to stand. "I bought sandwiches and veg

"Too bad. I can imagine a big bonfi

thick? He seemed to be

healthy. Once I was on the Barbeach seaside sitting around a b

n allergic to the

ves all over. I was on steroids the rest of th

ve wanted to miss anything with this fascinating man. After dinner, he popped out

leeping bag was unrolled and unzipped with a pillow at the head. She tucked herself in. The soft san

Ismail called, shinin

light back at him.

u in the bikini." He crept into the

your slee

cked his face.

u're out

eep naked." He clutched his ar

nto the bag. The thought of him getting into the b

"Close your eyes. Wouldn't want

ing a free show,

he flashlights.

warm, make that hot, body moved not two feet from her. His breathing was shallow with sounds of disrobing. A delightful thrill skitt

lf comfortable or saying his prayers. How could he ignore her after that h

him. "Good n

t." His voice was

She felt safe and respecte

et here, lonely. All you hear is

people live right over the hi

aving you

oo." She feathered her fi

er stop that or I won't b

sed against him and nudg

to." His minty breath fanned her

?" She shouldn't push an

andle the drama that comes with bein

r heart ripped, but the other part pulsed and swelled. In many ways, he was too good for her, kind and pure, sweet and undemanding. He was right. Life with her was a sad and oftentimes traumatic rollercoaster. Her track record was rubbish. She refused t

er cheek. "What

ink I'm an ashawo, pu

not like that at a

y always looked at what they could get out of me,

e someone who cares about y

mean

u whether you're sad, glad

at's what he wanted. To b

ore than I took in a relationship, they'd

loving because they are them, not what they can do for

ferent. I wish we coul

d rolled her, sleeping bag and all

f echoed her wishful heartbeat,