Page 38 of Dining with Poseidon
"I wanted to share it with you."
"Yes, that's why it's romantic."She took a drink and crinkled up the wrapping of her sandwich."Thank you for inviting me tonight.I had a great time.My friends did too."
"I'm glad."I reached out and took her hand.Her face was illuminated by the warm orange light of the sun, and her lips parted.I couldn't help but lean in and cup her cheek in my hand.
The kiss was tender, sweet, and full of the promise of what was to come.That Laila was going to be beside me for more events like this, and that she would give me what I craved the most.
We broke apart as the sun rose higher, and she watched it with awe-filled eyes.
"It's beautiful," she murmured.
"Yes," I responded, looking at her.
"The sunrise," she corrected.
"I knew what you meant."I shuffled around so I could put an arm around her, glad when she rested her head against my shoulder.It was comfortable and felt right.
"I hope to see a lot more sunrises with you," I murmured.
She met my gaze, her eyes full of emotion."I'd like that."
"I'm glad."I reached out and threaded my hand through her hair, pulling her close so that I could press a deep kiss against her lips.This was perfect.An evening of good food and entertainment while helping the seas, followed by a sunrise at my favourite place in existence.And all of it with an achingly beautiful woman by my side who didn't see my desire to be in the kitchen as something to be tolerated, but something to be celebrated.
I looked forward to seeing where our lives took us, be that on land, sea, or in the kitchen.
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