“Oh my God, you’re so drunk! How many bottles have you had?”
The waves of the sea crashed to their feet. You can hear the woooo’s of the crowd from the party a few meters away. Your head was spinning but it felt good. It was the good kind of drunk; it’s the kind that clouds your memory the next morning but not permanently. It’s the kind of drunk that lets you lie down on the sand and look up at the stars while drunkenly singing Phoenix’s Lisztomania.
“Ewan. Lima? Anim?”
“Tang ina ka! Hahahaha.”
“Lima rin ata? Hahahahaha!”
You sneak a glance at him and he’s staring out to the sea, deep in thought.
He flashed you a smile.
Fences comes on and you jump to your feet singing lyrics you could not understand but Thomas Mars makes it sound so heavenly so who cares? You surrender your body to the music and suddenly his hand finds yours and he pulls you close. Your breath stops momentarily. You stumble a bit due to the alcohol but he manages to keep you upright. He places one hand on the small of your back and the other is still grasping your hand.
You can feel him breathing in your ear. His lips barely touching your earlobe. His touch is electric; a current the jolts you to sobriety (but not quite) and flows throughout your entire body.
“I miss you.”
You couldn’t help it. This was it. This is The Moment.
Kisses up and down his neck.
A firmer grip on your back.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He smiled mischievously. He knows how this game is played.
“You know, it’s amazing how your lips could say yes and no at the same time.”
He tastes like beer, cigarettes, and sin, and a little bit of love.