Imaginary Stars

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A tiny excerpt from a novel I’m writing.

Photo Credit: layoutsparks.com

Photo Credit: layoutsparks.com

      

      His wet hair hung in his face, and he shook his head sending tiny droplets of water flying through the dark air.  His t-shirt clung to the muscular frame that she had only just noticed, and her breath caught in her throat when he reached to pull the sopping cloth from his body.  She shuddered as heat flooded her veins and rushed to her cheeks.  He stood in front of her, naked from the waist up, his chest heaving from his swim through the creek.  She noticed a dark tattoo high on his arm, a pyramid surrounded by palm trees.  It was dangerous for her to be alone with him, but she couldn’t help the thoughts racing through her mind, the thoughts of touching his skin, the idea of his fingers running along her body.  She stared at his face, his dark eyes that silently roamed her features.  Before she knew what was happening, her feet brought her to him, her hands gliding over his damp skin until her fingers stopped on the tiny constellation of freckles in the middle of his chest.   She looked into the depths of his eyes and brushed her lips gently over the dark pattern dotting his perfect brown skin.  In that moment, nothing mattered, not the danger or the fear, but only the inescapable constellation of him.

The night surrounded them in a cool blanket.  Leah curled into him, his arm around her shoulder and her head on his chest.  She had kissed him until her lips were sore and her lungs burned for their own air.  Now, inside the bubble that formed between his arm and torso, she felt safe and sated with the warmth of his touch.  “It feels like we’re outside,” she said, gazing up at the bright glow-in-the dark stars plastered to this strange ceiling.  “It’s like this is our own private sky on our own secret planet,” she whispered, her breath hot on his skin.

            “That’s what it is,” he said, a smile in his words.  “We are the only inhabitants and one day we will teach this world to love.”  His fingers brushed the hair from her face and his mahogany eyes bore into hers.  His lips grazed her cheek and moved to her neck, her chin, her nose, and finally stopped at her mouth where he kissed her greedily and without hesitation.  Their arms and legs tangled, and tiny droplets of sweat sprung from her fiery skin as his mouth moved with hers and their hearts beat together. 

            Her mouth moved to his neck and she could feel his pulse hammering against her lips as if his blood yearned to be as close to her as his skin was.  In the darkness, she could see only the rough planes of his face, his muscles as they tensed beneath her.  Her fingers roamed his body and caressed his arms, but came to a stop on the pyramid tattooed to his arm.  The gray night made it difficult to see the shape, but she could see the top of the pyramid floating above the rest, a glowing eye staring out at her.  Leah looked into his eyes and a small smirk formed on his mouth.

            “Did you not expect me to have a tattoo?” he asked her, his hand once again tangled in her hair.

            “What does it mean? The eye?” She was curious not only about the ink but what about the image would mean so much as to permanently mark it to his beautiful bronze skin.

            “It’s the All Seeing Eye,” he whispered, his hot breath sending an inferno into her ear canal.  “The Eye of Providence has many meanings.  In Hinduism, it represents the god Shiva who is said to have a third eye that sees all.  He has a say in all life, death, and immortality.”  Leah found the parallel between Tyler’s powers to know all of what they thought and his tattoo and wondered if that was his reason for marking his body with such a symbolic design.  Tyler laughed and said, “That is precisely why I got the tattoo, Leah.”

            She glared at him, hating the way he knew what she was thinking, knew exactly how she felt about him.  “I thought you were practicing not reading my mind,” she said annoyance hanging over her words.

            “I’m sorry, but sometimes your thoughts are so vivid, so powerful, that it is impossible to ignore them.  I will try harder, I promise.” He smiled and Leah melted.  She almost hated herself for having become so susceptible to Tyler’s charms, and she hoped that she knew all she needed to know of him, that he still held nothing back.  Her heart was fragile and she felt like giving it all to him.