Haven (Paul Lahote Fanfiction)

Sculpture

"Good Afternoon, Miss."

"Stop" I said to him. He had no right to make me blush so much.

"Ready?" Paul asked. A smile on his face and sparkle in his eyes.

"Of course."

The sun was shining shyly, sometimes hiding behind the clouds and peeking out only to give us a bit of its sunshine. Nevertheless, it was warm, compared to the other days. Paul drove to the beach and said absolutely nothing except asking me "Nervous?" and i had mumbled "Maybe." To comfort me he had said "Hey. Trust me, I won't let you drown." And i did. I did trust Paul.

Now here we were, on the black soiled beach, me looking at the waves and the waves looking back at me with challenging eyes as Paul spread a thin sheet on the sand for us to sit. "What do you want to do first? Talk or swim?" He asked, gesturing with a grand wave of his hand to the ocean and the shore. "Swim. Definitely swim. I dont want to puke all over you." I said while tugging on my knee length yellow dress. He laughed at my joke but only he thought it was funny. He took of his slides and pulled his shirt over his head. I had seen a plenty of detailed, alluring sculptures of heroes in Greece and had thought that nothing could be more perfect, but looking at Paul made me doubt my thoughts. His torso was as perfectly sculpted as a mere human's could be. His stomach was so well defined, the contours and ridges of his strong muscles clearly visible. The amount of perfection that lay easily on Paul's body lit a fire inside my chest. I blinked twice, and prayed to god that i had not admired him for too long.

I looked at his face, his eyes meeting mine and inhaled a deep breath. He looked at me and nodded his head to the oceans. I slipped my dress over my head threw it on the sheet and looked to Paul. His eyes traveled the lengths of my skin in adoration before walking up to me and saying. " Three things- One, move your legs and arms. Two, don't breathe underwater. Three, don't get scared, just keep your hands on me." Gladly, I thought in my head. He took my hand and we walked into the waves but before my feet hit the water, Paul stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me with intense eyes.