It was our last night together before he returns to America. We were on the beach. The sun was setting over the horizon. It was a balmy night. After having dinner in his suite, we came here. We walked along the water’s edge. The sand felt soft and wet under my bare feet. The footprints we left will soon be washed away. I wish I could say the same about the sadness I was feeling inside. I hated saying goodbye to him. It was like this every time. I tried not to cry. He doesn’t like emotional goodbyes and he would always remind me, “We’ll see each other again next summer.”
What we had was a summer fling. It happened every year since we met four years ago right on this beach. I was walking along the water’s edge when he walked right up to me and introduced himself. After we talked for a while, he asked me to have dinner with him. I never asked him if he was married. His ring finger was bare. I wanted to believe that he didn’t have a wife and a family. He knew that I didn’t have a boyfriend.
As we walk along the water’s edge, I wonder what he would say if he knew that after we finished making love and were just lying there, trying to catch our breath, I came very close to telling him that I loved him. Even now, I want to tell him but the last thing I want is for him to end what we have because I allowed my heart to get in the way.
“Do you want to go for a swim?” he asked interrupting my thoughts.
I glance up at him. “Now?” I asked. I’ve never gone swimming at sunset.
He stopped and faced me. “Yes, now.”
“But, I don’t have a swimsuit,” I protested.
“You don’t need it,” he said as he removed his jacket and dropped it on the sand.
My eyes widened as I realized that he was getting undressed. “You mean–?”
He laughed. “Yes, we’re going skinny dipping. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and now’s my chance. No one’s around.”
I watched as he took off all of his clothes and stood there naked. Quickly and with great trepidation, I quickly got undressed. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the rolling waves. They plowed through the water until it was above their shoulders. It felt nice and cool. We swam for a bit and then we went back ashore. I collapsed onto the sand. The sun had almost disappeared into the ocean. The sky was a bright crimson. What a magnificent view. It was to be our last sunset until next summer. Again, sadness overwhelmed me. I reached for him.
He rolled onto his side and gazed down into my face. Without saying a word, he bent his head and kissed me. We ended up making love right there on the beach before we walked slowly back to the hotel. We parted ways in the lobby. I watched as the elevator doors closed behind him. With a heavy heart, I walked out of the hotel and drove home.
It’s amazing how quickly a month goes by. It seemed like only yesterday, he arrived from New York. I know we agreed that we would see each other only once a year but it’s not enough. I want more time with him. I want to spend winter, spring and fall with him. I don’t want this to be just a summer fling anymore. I want it to be much more. I want to be in a monogamous relationship with him. I want…I want…
This story was written for the #writephoto Prompt – Yearning at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.