I diverted my eyes away from her heaving busom as she pulled huge gasps of air into her, leaning towards me with her head down as she caught her breath. I stared at her shoulders, then let my gaze travel down her slender arm, dappled with beads of salty water that trickled into the sand to disappear forever. I let my eyes follow a drop of seawater as it slid down her arm.
Rapid movement caused me to lift my dark blue eyes up, and I came face to face with the face of an angel, framed by locks the colour of golden sunlight which made the sun pale in comparison. Her breathing slowed and she braced her hands on the sand and leaned closer towards me. I could smell something heavenly, like fresh hibiscus emanating from her. My favourite flower.
HAWAII FIVE-O
I cursed myself at my stupidity for not seeing that wave! It had snuck up behind me and caught me completely unaware, pulling me under. Tears welled at the corners of my eyes as betrayal stabbed at my heart. The ocean, my long time friend, someone who I could count on during the darkest of days, had tried to crush me uncaringly. It hurt more than I could bear. If it wasn't for the kindness of this man in front of me, I would have died!
I raised my head to look directly into the face of a very handsome man, with brown hair and eyes as blue as the water from which I came. He was soaked through to the skin, his dark jumper clinging to his strong, muscular body. I felt my heart rise to my throat as he fluttered his long dark lashes and looked at me with those blue eyes, which comforted me as they reminded me of the ocean at sunset, its most beautiful.
The world narrowed down until he was the focus, until it was just us. He raised his hand and laid it gently on my shoulder. I felt my cheeks burn scarlet red. His touch sent shivers up my spine and I found myself leaning into it. Like how a flower leans toward the sun.
"Easy, baby, easy," the man said again, worried, "are you all right?"
I smiled, because for the first time in a long time, I felt I was.
"I am," I whispered softly, loud enough for only him to hear, "now that you're here."
His eyes softened, and his cheeks turned a rosy hue. He ducked his head and smiled coyly, unable to meet my eyes. I felt like I was sixteen again as my heart beat rapidly like a drum in my chest, waiting for his next words. He raised his hand to cup my face gently, and I sighed in pleasure as my eyes fluttered closed.
"It's strange for a pretty girl like you to be all alone on the beach like this. What's your name?"
"Milicent," I answer straight away, feeling the heat seep through his flesh into mine, "and you are?"
"Steve," he replied grinning, "Steve McGarrett."