Returned from water and rush of the ride, they settled back to home. Anna’s shoulders showed of day’s sun-change, red-pink that lightened under pressure of touch, sensitive but not in pain; lines of bikini’s cover showing pale and thin over shoulder tops and covering spread of front as she rested with straps drawn low and off to sides for sun to color in her lines as she read from book in patio rest, legs crossed at knee and low heel’s rest on patio chair before.
He gazed on Anna in pleasure of sight, color and drawing of her lines—their beauty all the more in knowledge of their evanescence and that, soon, they would be gone, blended in match and color tone of rest. Allure as well in ending of line’s spread, begin of bikini’s cover fanning in fair-tone show in down drawing of the straps; his mind and thoughts seeing further fan of fair beneath; rose-hueing of her ends—all’s beauty bared in full of the open sun.
He spoke none of the last, and yet she knew—attuned and aware to energy of his mind. In coyness of play and encourage to mind, she drew further low her straps; acute of line’s draw into broad of spread over upper of her breasts; pink-red of skin touched by sun and fair of hidden reserved and saved for his; smile of her lips and brighten in her eyes at see of his breath’s loss and freeze again; further seeing, heart-beat pulse that flicked in sharp-bounce before her sight and set her stomach into hollow; dizzying neither of sun nor heat but of different felt-effect.
His breath returned. Her dizzy settled. She raised her low-drawn straps again to height where they had been—difference of all from such small change—both silent and stilling in build of a wait, a heaviness of air like storm in build one felt but could not see.
Dizzy returned and his heartbeat strengthened.
Storm built in summer blue.