sand. There was a large deck that extended out from the house with beach lounge furniture and a hot tub. It was a luxurious beach house. Inside, the wooden floors were a glossy white. It was decorated in a shabby chic beach theme with lots of blue and white. There were paintings of sailboats and fish net material on the walls. A large fireplace with a plush rug was laid out, beckoning to be used at night with a bottle of wine.
“This place is beautiful! How did you find it?” I asked him.
“It’s the vacation house of one of my patients. I saved his life in surgery and he’s let me use it ever since.”
“As he should,” I said winking at him.
I loved that Mark saved lives. That always made him my personal hero. It was what attracted me to him to begin with. It was one of the reasons I ended up crossing that line from friend to lover so long ago. Now, as I realized that I loved him even after he couldn’t be a surgeon anymore, I knew it was so much more than that. That I loved him for more than just saving lives. He was my best friend for years, and it slowly became romantic. I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone other than him. It was something that made me sad to think about because I would never know if we would ever truly be together. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and just enjoyed the now, and the moment.
“Should we go to bed and get an early start on the day?” he asked.
“Hmm…I think it is too beautiful a night to not enjoy it. Let’s go sit out in the sand,” I winked at him.
I walked passed him to the large glass French doors. I threw them open and the ocean breeze hit me. It felt delicious on my skin. I turned my head over my shoulder and gave Mark my best grin. He laughed a little and followed me out onto the deck. The large wooden deck had steps that led onto the sand. I took my shoes off and walked into the cool sand. It felt good between my toes.
“This is amazing. We have the entire beach to ourselves,” I said.
“Yes, the next house is very far down in that direction. We are all alone out here. The ocean is ours,” he said.
“Oh Mark, that is so poetic. Are you a poet now?” I joked and teased him at his attempt of being romantic.
“Shut up,” he laughed.
“Come on, let’s walk. Then I’ll tease you some more,” I laughed.
He laughed too. We always had this kind of interaction with each other. We were very comfortable cracking jokes at each other’s expense. It was part of what we did. We did it for years and at work, and then more and more as our friendship progressed.
We walked side by side taking in the view. The moon was full and reflecting off the calm waves. It looked like glitter on the water as it sparkled. It was a warm night and it was perfect. We walked and explored the shore in front of the house. I picked up a few shells and examined them in the moonlight and then placed them back in the sand. I looked over at Mark. He was so beautiful in this light. His blonde locks swept across his face with the ocean breeze and his tall figure was just as attractive as ever. Lying in bed for a long period of time made him lose some weight and muscle, but not much.
The enchantment of the night caught my attention and the sounds of the sea made me feel hypnotized. I wanted to soak in every second of it. We stopped and sat in a sand dune and stared out at the ocean. The crashing of the ocean waves was very relaxing. I leaned back in the sand on my back. The cold feeling swept through my body and it was like melting into a soft bed. The soft sounds of the ocean made me feel like I could sleep right there, but I wanted to play instead.
I stood up and looked at my surroundings. There was the vast darkness of the ocean and the sand in front of us, and behind us the large beautiful beach house. I looked at Mark. He smiled at me. Then something came over me, a feeling of wild abandon.
I reached down to the hem of my blue dress and grabbed it and pulled it over
“This place is beautiful! How did you find it?” I asked him.
“It’s the vacation house of one of my patients. I saved his life in surgery and he’s let me use it ever since.”
“As he should,” I said winking at him.
I loved that Mark saved lives. That always made him my personal hero. It was what attracted me to him to begin with. It was one of the reasons I ended up crossing that line from friend to lover so long ago. Now, as I realized that I loved him even after he couldn’t be a surgeon anymore, I knew it was so much more than that. That I loved him for more than just saving lives. He was my best friend for years, and it slowly became romantic. I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone other than him. It was something that made me sad to think about because I would never know if we would ever truly be together. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and just enjoyed the now, and the moment.
“Should we go to bed and get an early start on the day?” he asked.
“Hmm…I think it is too beautiful a night to not enjoy it. Let’s go sit out in the sand,” I winked at him.
I walked passed him to the large glass French doors. I threw them open and the ocean breeze hit me. It felt delicious on my skin. I turned my head over my shoulder and gave Mark my best grin. He laughed a little and followed me out onto the deck. The large wooden deck had steps that led onto the sand. I took my shoes off and walked into the cool sand. It felt good between my toes.
“This is amazing. We have the entire beach to ourselves,” I said.
“Yes, the next house is very far down in that direction. We are all alone out here. The ocean is ours,” he said.
“Oh Mark, that is so poetic. Are you a poet now?” I joked and teased him at his attempt of being romantic.
“Shut up,” he laughed.
“Come on, let’s walk. Then I’ll tease you some more,” I laughed.
He laughed too. We always had this kind of interaction with each other. We were very comfortable cracking jokes at each other’s expense. It was part of what we did. We did it for years and at work, and then more and more as our friendship progressed.
We walked side by side taking in the view. The moon was full and reflecting off the calm waves. It looked like glitter on the water as it sparkled. It was a warm night and it was perfect. We walked and explored the shore in front of the house. I picked up a few shells and examined them in the moonlight and then placed them back in the sand. I looked over at Mark. He was so beautiful in this light. His blonde locks swept across his face with the ocean breeze and his tall figure was just as attractive as ever. Lying in bed for a long period of time made him lose some weight and muscle, but not much.
The enchantment of the night caught my attention and the sounds of the sea made me feel hypnotized. I wanted to soak in every second of it. We stopped and sat in a sand dune and stared out at the ocean. The crashing of the ocean waves was very relaxing. I leaned back in the sand on my back. The cold feeling swept through my body and it was like melting into a soft bed. The soft sounds of the ocean made me feel like I could sleep right there, but I wanted to play instead.
I stood up and looked at my surroundings. There was the vast darkness of the ocean and the sand in front of us, and behind us the large beautiful beach house. I looked at Mark. He smiled at me. Then something came over me, a feeling of wild abandon.
I reached down to the hem of my blue dress and grabbed it and pulled it over
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