“I don’t want to go back to the hotel just yet,” Alisa said in the car.
“Where would you like to go?”
“I don’t care. I just need some fresh air.”
“Okay,” he smiled then drove to his spot at the beach. “Fresh air, and plenty of it.”
He helped her down the path. Her shoes were not made for walking on such difficult terrain.
Once they hit the dirt she took them off and dug her feet into the beach sand, still warm even though the sun had gone down hours ago. She was glad she had skipped wearing stockings. She watched as Logan removed his shoes and black dress socks. He rolled his slacks up like a pro.
Standing, he put his hand down. “Walk with me.”
She took his hand, and they walked to the surf, the cold water running over their feet. They moved in comfortable silence, enjoying the night music the waves made. After a while they turned around and started back.
“I should have taken you to a club so you could dance.”
“I’m not very good at it.”
“Really,” he said, pulling her to him. One hand touched her waist, the other still gripped her hand. They danced as the waves rolled over their feet. Alisa giggled as he spun her, pulling her back, close.
“Where did you learn that?” he asked.
“Movies, of course.”
“Of course. Oh, look,” he said and bent down to pick up a wad of sea carrots.
“Eww,” she said as he tossed it back into the retreating water. He bent down and picked up a piece of seaweed and moved as if to touch her with it. “No!”
She ran away from him and turned, seeing he had his phone out. “This is your movie.”
“Seeing Stars, a night out with a movie star,” she said, and they both laughed.
“Attack of the Seaweed Monster!” Logan said, bending down to scoop up some more and came at her again with it.
“Ew, ew, ew, no!” she said between laughs.
“Okay.” He tossed it back into the ocean. “No more.”
“Good,” she kicked some water at him, soaking a pant leg. She gasped, covering her mouth. “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, now I am going to touch you all over with my seaweed hands,” he said and took a couple of steps towards her.
She danced away from him, but soon he caught her.
“I am sorry,” she whispered as he held her arm.
“It’s just water,” he said as he pulled her to him. Their eyes locked, and he bent in.
Alisa’s mind had only a second to freak out before his lips touched hers, warm and soft. Oh, how she wanted this kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed into it.
Time flew by yet seemed to stand still all at once. All that mattered was his lips pressed against hers, his tongue teasing hers. Her insides clenched, giving her an itch she knew she could not scratch. He pulled back, breaking apart from her, and something inside Alisa screamed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “No, I’m lying. I’m not sorry. I have been thinking about kissing you for days, and you know what? It was better than I thought it would be.
She blushed. “It was better than I’ve ever daydreamed,” Alisa whispered. Then her thoughts went back to Kurt. She was still married. Was this a rebound? She didn’t want to just rebound with Logan; she liked him way too much.
His hand touched her face. “Why the sad eyes?”
She shook her head and looked away. “I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
“I understand,” he said and kissed her forehead.
Logan drove her back to the hotel. He gave her a chaste kiss goodbye before leaving.
She went to her room and fell on her bed. She thought of his lips, his hands, and sighed. She wanted more.