He held my hand as we walked the beach, he didn’t have to, but he did, the echo of others not deterring our attentions from each other, laughing as we made our way through the hoards of people. 

I asked him why in the sea of women, why me, when any of these others would die to be next to him, be with him. He told me that my eyes must be askew because it was he that was lucky to have me, that in the sea of all those women none were me. I scoffed, he grabbed my face and held me eye to eye. His eyes shine serious, so I kissed him. 

I told him I still felt like I was the lucky one, he scoffed. I asked again. He repeated it. Said in the sea of women that came before me, not a single one was ever even close reflecting everything I am and everything I mean to him, that I was his greatest reflection. That my heart owned his since our first hello. 

He is forever my only. 

So I kissed him again. Tenderly with taste of desire. He moaned. Winked. Grabbed my ass in front of all. And whispered a dirty beautiful promise in my ear. Thank God I don’t wear panties, is all I could think..