“Laura, Laura! Wait up!” I yell at her across the sand, but it’s to late she is lost in the excitement of a child, running over the wet sand and chasing the waves as they skim over the shore. By the time I catch up to her she is drenched, she may as well of jumped into the sea. Laughing I wrap up close her in my arms. “Jonathan, you worry too much, live a little”, she pulls free and skips over the sand again. Suddenly, losing all inhibitions I follow her at a run.
Later we walk more leisurely, it begins to rain, big fat pellets of water, which soak our clothes, so I pull her closer towards me, my arm encircling her tiny shoulders. Then we give up trying to stay dry, although I think Laura had given that up a while ago and lie down in the sand, watching the grey clouds overhead and feel the rain dripping down our faces. She moves in closer to me, arm draped contently over my chest.
And in the end we fuck in front of the sea, almost at one with the rhythm of the waves now crashing into the rocks. Soon the tide will reach us and we will be literally in the sea, but no we make our way back along the shore just as the waves are licking at our toes. Shivering, we make our way back to the car to dry out. “People are only this happy in films”, Laura says. I don’t reply, for of course as usual, she is right.
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