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I’ve exposed too much to him, and it feels totally awkward. As is my wont, I try to divert his attention from what’s going on inside me and throw off the blue beach dress I had bought.
“So, what do you say we switch to bathing suits?” I suggest. “What do you think?” I ask, and jump into the luxurious pool.
It takes just one look at Michael’s face to realize he’s shocked. Still looking at me with sorrow and compassion, unmoved by my curves or my direct proposition. He takes off the white t-shirt he’d been wearing and stays in his black shorts. His divine body is now fully before me. His abdomen is so beautiful. His skin tone is so perfect, fair but not too fair, his massive arms as if inviting me for a hug, his chest calling me to lay down my head, his scent is perfect, his eyes bewitching. He is a divine man. My idol. And it’s just the two of us, wrapped in the deep.
Chapter 3
Michael keeps telling me jokes, as if his sole purpose is to make me laugh or smile at the very least. I’m high; I smile, laugh, enjoy the music, the sun, the eternal beauty of the sea, this yacht, and Michael. A sense of ethereal bliss takes over and, finally, I begin to feel liberated and happily submit to the sensation.
I slowly swim to the other side of the pool. He smiles a devilish smile as he holds on to my waist.
“Where to?” he laughs and his eyes light up. He also looks more at ease now. I smile.
We goof around like two small children, free of responsibility or burden. Michael tickles me, pulls me closer to him, then pushes me back; completely driving me insane.
I haven’t had sex in months and, for almost seven years, I had only been with Matthew. Our sex was rather technical and very satisfying, but passionless and lacked heat. And still, I supposed that, considering the rich and varied sexual experience I had even before I married Matthew, I shouldn’t be concerned. I’ve come to understand that it’s nothing more than a muscle and, while it needs flexing every now and then, it’s as easy as riding a bike. I believe I can pleasure him and this thought drives me mad.
“Michael, no!” I yell, as he tosses me this way and that. “Please!” I try to adjust my bikini top, making sure it won’t expose my breasts. But in truth, I want him to rip it off me, removing it completely with one swift movement. After all, I was the master of teasing. My chest swells with confidence and I flash a shy and sensual smile.
Michael pulls me closer to him and hugs me with his giant arms. He surprises me, and plants a huge smooch on my cheek.
“Mwah! Such a sweet kiss. You’re so sweet!” he concludes, “and very funny. I like you very much.” He hugs me tightly.
We lean back against the ledge of the pool when he begins to play a playlist he’d prepared on his phone.
“Listen,” he says, then dives into the music, swaying his head with it. The wonderful beat, the lyrics and his enchanting voice uplift my spirits. I feel overwhelmed with light and energy. All I want to do right now is jump, go wild and dance.
Michael swiftly cuts off the urges that have arisen within me.
“Music is the most important thing to me in my career, do you know why?” he asks.
“I can only guess that, undoubtedly, the right music with the right tempo can free the soul and let you into its creator’s emotional world. It allows you to drown into it and lose yourself, get sucked into its energy and, for a brief moment, forget all about your troubles.” I smile, and my upper body leans on Michael’s embracing arm, as he moved with the music.
He nods.
“It’s also the most important thing I have received from my life of privilege.It’s the only place I can express myself and fully be me. When it comes to everything else, I feel as though all I do is plant an image of myself into a well-planned script. Of course, there’s room for interpretation, but here,” he says enthusiastically, “with music, it’s me and nothing but me. And it thrills me.”
“I’m thrilled too,” I reply, concluding the track is sheer perfection. “Music is my life too,” I confess. “I really love your music. Your voice is so melodious, you always find a way to create fresh and new sounds while keeping a classic line; a unique tone that’s just yours.”
Michael smiles abashedly.
“Well, apparently, I’m on a date with a fan?”
“A diehard fan,” I reply with shy sincerity.
“My number one fan?” he sniggers.
“At the moment, yes,” I laugh, stressing the fact that we’re alone. “Perhaps we should eat something? Aren’t you hungry?” I ask, and gently place my hand on his.
“You’re hungry?” He quickly moves away from me. “Wow! That’s right. Look at the time, and you must have the munchies. Let’s have a quick snack now, then have a good meal later. I’ve got plans,” he explains.
“That sounds lovely!” I smile.
A light meal is served in the yacht’s parlor. Everything is simply delicious and perfect. In between bites I lift my gaze to him and say softly: “Michael, I’m so sorry.”
He looks at me with a surprised and can’t quite follow.
“For not letting you tell me earlier why you’ve arrived from LA and who dared to break your heart,” I explain. “It wasn’t because of a lack of interest or selfishness, I was just very preoccupied with what I’m going through. It’s important for me that you know that.”
