Heart thumping. Spasmodic, sporadic, erratic. No rhyme, no rhythm.
Inhale, exhale, inhale.
Vision slightly blurred, eyes glassy, hard to see past the golden strands of hair plastered to his forehead, damp with perspiration.
Lips slightly red, parted. Jaw open, set.
Eyes closing.
Brilliant lights, red and green and yellow and white, dancing behind trembling eyelids.
Breath catching in his airways.
Exhale.
Eyes opening again.
All he sees is a mess of smooth, creamy skin. And green, as he lifts his face. Shimmering emerald.
Beauty.