Prologue.
BPOV.
The bright orange sun illuminated a quivering path across the ocean. It bathed the meek waves and the wispy clouds in a burning red. The sky was unusual pink color and seemed almost red. I closed my eyes to feel the wind. I could hear the waves hitting the shore. It was a beautiful sunset for sure.
Soothing sounds of waves crashing on the beach were a natural source of white noise for me and sitting here was the best way to forgot about all the worries and needs. I couldn't believe how people tent to avoid beaches at night, for me night was the best time of day. It had become essential part of life, and unfortunately, I definitely knew the date when it started.
Perhaps for someone my life might sound somehow too depressing or sad, but that was not true. I had a nice job, I worked as OB/GYN, I had close friends and much more, which usually indicates success in life, when you are 29. The only problem was great betrayal in my past and the fact that guys could be huge shit…
Trust-issue could be a great problem in a life, and it was in my for sure. Maybe the wound was still just too fresh, or I'm not over him yet, but I was single and lonely.
The wind blew again, and I heard footsteps nearby. I turned around and saw the silhouette of a guy. He was approaching me, but for some reason I was not afraid of him, but rather opposite, which was really strange. He didn't look like a maniac and there were no dangerous vibes. The man came even closer, but because of the darkness, I couldn't see the face clearly, just some features like a strong jaw and a straight nose. I could say with certainty that the man was handsome, even with the darkness around us.
"What such a beautiful woman is doing here alone?" His voice was husky and incredibly sexy.
Sexy? I blushed a little bit as the thought crossed my mind. What are you thinking of? He is a stranger! I shook my head, trying to find my voice and give some witty answer.
"Is it some cheesy pickup line of yours to get a woman, cause it's quite dark here and you can't see my face?"
"Oh, I just have a hunch that you are pretty. And I'm never wrong."
Maybe he could see my face enough to draw some conclusions about my appearance. Cause I definitely could.
"H-mm." Was my really intelligent answer.
"Do you mind some company?"
Do I? To my deep surprise, I still felt quite comfortable in his company, so I just nodded. He gently sank onto the sand and began to look in front of him. We were in comfortable silence, but my whole subconscious was directed to the man next to me. It was amazing and unusual. I didn't know how long we sat like that, but soon I yawned. I had an early shift, so it was best to come home. I rose from the sand and brushed off my white shorts. The stranger looked at me.
"Are you going already?" Was it a bit of disappointment in his voice?
"Yeah. I have work in the morning, so." Was it a disappointment in my voice?
Turning around on my heels I walked out into the night city. Will I ever see him again? Was it my mistake that I didn't even ask his name?
My first story here. Thank you for reading. Hope you liked it , let me know.