“Hi,” he grins at me. “I really wanted to do something earlier and didn’t get the chance to.”
“What did you want to do?”
“Everyone else got a proper goodbye kiss, and I felt we got cheated out of it.” He steps closer to me and drops the blanket before his hands dive into my hair and his lips find mine. I sink into him and hungrily kiss him back. My hands roam his back as I bring him even closer. Our tongues dance together as we deepen the kiss. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a pull before sucking it softly. I moan against him as he continues to kiss his way down my neck.
I feel his hands find my bare skin under my tank,caressing my back. He presses his hard length against me, awakening a desire between my legs. His lips find mine again, and it’s me this time that takes his lower lip between my teeth, biting down softly before sucking. I hear him moan as I give it a pull before letting go.
“Do you feel it?” He asks me.
“I feel a lot of things right now. You’re going to have to be specific.” I softly laugh.
“Fireworks. Do you feel them with me?”
“I’ve always felt them with you,” I breathe.
“Good, because I want to give you everything you’ve always wanted.” He steps back and picks up the blanket before laying it down. “The stars are beautiful tonight. I thought we could watch them for a bit.”
He lays down on his back with his arm behind his head. He holds his other hand out to me, and I lay beside him and put my head on his chest as his arm goes around me.
“Do you feel it with me?” I ask him softly, looking up at the stars.
“Fireworks?”
“Yeah.”
“If by fireworks you mean that when I kiss you, I can’t get enough of you? That I feel like I need you more than I need my next breath of air? That my body burns and throbs for you more than it ever has for anyone else? Then, yes, I feel the fireworks. It’s like the fucking Fourth of July over here.”
I giggle, and he laughs softly.
“Look,” he says, pointing to the sky. “See that pattern of stars that look like an upside W?”
I look to where he is pointing and see the W. “I see it.”
“That’s Queen Cassiopeia. She was so vain that her crown is upside down as punishment. If you look at the brightest star on the W, it points to Andromeda. She’s her daughter. It lookslike the two streams of stars that touch the corner of a square, which is Pegasus.
“It’s said that Queen Cassiopeia told Poseidon that her daughter, Andromeda, was more beautiful than all ten of his children, and he got very angry at her ego and how vain she was that he summoned a sea monster to destroy her kingdom. She was afraid for her life, so she made a deal with the sea monster to sacrifice her daughter to save herself and her kingdom.
“She chained her to a rock in the middle of the ocean for the sea monster to eat. Perseus, the great warrior who beheaded Medusa, was coming home from one of his many adventures on Pegasus and immediately fell in love with Andromeda. Even though she was promised to be married to another, he slayed the sea monster and fought the guy she was supposed to marry and won. They lived happily ever after, and their love story was written in the stars for all to see. His constellation is right next to her.” He points to the constellation to the left of her.
I turn and look up at him with a shocked face. “Since when do you know about Greek mythology?”
“I love the ocean and follow the tide and moon charts for surfing, and I wanted to know more about the stars I always see at night when I come down to the water. I started studying them and found out they have really cool stories about them. I guess it just became something fun to learn about.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I’ve never told anyone that I’m a secret star nerd until now.”
“Lucky for you, I happen to love star nerds. I’ve always been fascinated with Greek mythology but never really took the time to learn it.” I lay my head back on his shoulder and gaze up at Andromeda and Perseus’ stars.
“Well, lucky for you, I’m a good teacher. I’ll teach you all I know.”
“Andromeda and Perseus,” I say softly. “Their love must have been powerful for the gods to write them in the stars.”
“Athena promised them when they died they could live on together in the stars side by side so everyone would remember their love, loyalty and bravery toward one another.” He runs his hands softly through my hair as we look at the stars.
“Thank you for sharing that part of you with me.”
“It just feels natural to share with you. I look forward to our talks.”
“I do, too.” We lay there and look at the stars, so comfortable with each other that no words need to be said. Just being in each other’s presence is enough. His hand runs along my back and hair putting me in a dream-like state.
“I better let you get some sleep,” he says softly. You need to get your rest so you can keep up with my dancing tomorrow night.”