The next morning Sara woke up to find that the sun had returned. Turning her head to look at Michael she smiled and then ran her hand over his forehead, drinking in everything about his face. He had a slight smile on his lips that her fingers itched to trace, she also took in that he had lashes fanned out across the tops of his cheeks that any woman in her right mind would kill for. She had always seen in movies or read in novels about how people felt when they saw someone they cared about sleeping and thought that it was all just garbage. She understood now. He did look peaceful, as though nothing could hurt him in this moment, he looked happy, like the past year of his life hadn't actually happened. Doing something she had always wanted to, she softly kissed the small birthmark on his temple and then slipped out of bed quietly, wanting to let him sleep as long as possible.
After changing into a simple black bikini she'd brought with her and grabbing a towel, she gathered up some incidentals and headed for the beach. She figured that she was on vacation and she was damn well going to enjoy every second of it and look like she had when she inevitably had to return to the real world. Laying out her towel she sat down and applied some sun lotion to avoid being a burnt to a crisp within the hour. After she got herself situated, she laid down on her stomach and thought back to the day before.
After they'd left the airport Michael noticed that it was getting late in the afternoon and suggested that they grab something to eat. They stopped at a little place that you wouldn't really notice unless you were looking for it and ordered some authentic Mexican food. While they were waiting for the food to come, they sat in comfortable silence, each in their own thoughts.
After a couple of moments, Sara smiled and said, "In my life."
"Excuse me?" Michael asked clearly confused when she didn't continue.
"If you want to know things about me, you are going to have to start paying attention." she answered laughing.
Recognition came across his face and stared at her with that grin on his lips and the intense gaze in his eyes. His green eyes drawing her in she wondered why he was looking at her like she was some kind of puzzle to figure out.
Shifting slightly in her seat she leaned across the table toward him and asked, "What?"
Taking the opportunity that had presented itself, Michael leaned in the rest of the way and captured her lips with his. Her hand came up to the side of his face, tracing its lines, as she memorized his mouth with hers. Michael broke the kiss and raised his eyes to look at her. Her mouth was soft and swollen and her eyes had turned heavy and dark.
"I'm not so hungry now, are you?" he asked as a smirk sneaked it's way onto his face.
"Not for food." she replied with a sly grin of her own.