The October weather was perfect so early in the morning. Damian stood in the airport, he had decided to take a break from work.
He arrived too early for the Maldives' flight with people who gathered a few distances from him.
Damian felt something strange about today, the sky was full of colours, he wondered if it were colours of love. Everyone stared at the sky, adorning the beautiful rainbow.
He felt it as a good sign that true love was near, and then he sighted Carina, he couldn't believe he was picturing her in slow motion. Her beauty was blinding to him, at that moment, the world stopped moving.
He felt not only a spark but sparks. She threw her hair back, it fluttered in the air in slow motion, and just then he saw her smile, the smile that can light up a thousand sky.
He walked towards the gathering of people as a woman said, "I am your biggest fan. I love this part in your book which says - love is being crazy about someone, a state of sleeplessness and distraction. Love is delicate, elusive, and above all, spontaneous. Love thrives on honesty, sincerity, coupled with being mutually responsible and also, concern. It comes, at first sight, most times, but for it to grow, you must flourish it by putting your open heart and soul into it. I remember that particular line, it is poetry, maybe you should try writing poetry."
Carina smiled. They are oblivious that she is currently faced with writer's block and is traveling to the Maldives to clear her head.
Damian remembered the poem he fell in love with months ago, the poem that captured his heart. Damian is easily moved by poetry, he loves creativity, he loves intelligence, and the woman he was staring at speechless portrayed both creativity and intelligence.
Carina said, "Thank you guys for..."
As she continued talking, Damian's eyes fixed on her, the way she spoke eloquently, like a television star, full of maturity and poise, he thought.
Suddenly his phone began to ring, he left the gathering to answer the call, just then, after the call, he turned back and saw that everyone including her in the gathering had gone their separate ways.
Throughout that time, the flight, that day, they didn't meet.
Damian did not see Carina again until they bumped into each other two days later.
"You!" Carina exclaimed. "I met you the other day at the airport."
"Am glad you remembered, am Damian by the way. And you're..."
Carina burst out laughing. "Seriously, you don't know my name."
"Am serious, I don't," Damian said.
"I am the most popular author right now. Search for Carina Sanders on Google and you will get to see my book too." She said and suddenly walked into the store.
As she walked in, she heard the sound of music, something beautiful and romantic. The sound reminded her of the music box she had as a kid that she loved so much.
Damian walked in as the sound swept him off his feet. He began following the sound, its sweet melody reminded him of when he used to play with a music box.
They bumped into each other once again. Carina wanted to say something but she was interrupted by the shopkeeper, "I guess you guys are looking for this." He said, bringing out the music box.
"I want it." Damian and Carina both said together.
"Oh... we only have one of this, and this has been here for months, made by an old couple. The couple died some months ago. It will be hard to find this anywhere. You guys like this but one person must need to sacrifice for the other, the man should sacrifice." He said.
"He's right Damian, a man sacrifices and besides, this made my childhood," Carina said.
"It made mine too." Damian took the box and held it, glancing at her. "It brings back sweet memories."
Carina felt like there was a connection between them. She touched the box and said, "It's beautiful."
"Yes," Damian murmured. "Beautiful." He opened the music box.
Their gazes met and held. The store grew suddenly too warm, too still. The smell of the music box surrounded them, almost overpowering in its sweetness.
Carina said, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere."
The shopkeeper smiled, "It's obvious, you guys are meant to be."
"He's right Carina, we are meant to be," Damian said.
"If it's true, then we will meet again," Carina said.
"I'll leave it to fate, perhaps to write our love story." He handed her the music box and left the store.
The next day, they met at a library. Damian didn't see her at first, he was going through a series of books, looking for his taste when Carina sighted him, she approached him saying, "You were right after all."
Damian turned and smiled. "We meet yet again."
"Yeah!" Carina said, a smile plastering on her face. "So what's your taste."
"Romance," Damian answered.
As he said that, Carina realized they had things in common, just the other day, the music box reminded them of their childhood days, now they love the same genre of book. "That's my favourite too." She chuckled. "Your favourite author apart from romance? Like politics or poets."
"Foster and Woolf," Damian said.
"I also love the Bloomsbury group," Carina said with excitement, chuckling. "So you must also be an admirer of Maynard Keynes."
"Absolutely. I admire his economics."
How much of a great connection, as they said together, "We are wearing a matching cloth."
They both laughed, wondering what next they will find in common.
They went on talking from there, grabbed lunch, and spent time in his lodged hotel room.
Carina smiled, holding a disc, and said, "The Beatles."
"I guess they're your favourite like they're mine. Do you want to hear?" Damian asked.
"Of course," Carina said, still smiling.
Carina watched as he twirled the disc on his index finger and blew imaginary dust from both sides before placing it gently on the record player. Little things like this, the way he touched things and the way he moved, had the strangest, most thrilling effect on her, coupled with other things she admired about him.
Laughing and enjoying each other's company, Damian said softly, reaching out his hands as their favourite song of The Beatles began to play.
"My fave." They both said together, yet again.
Carina reached for him, and he pulled her up. Her heart was thumping and her feet shuffled clumsily as he wrapped one arm around her waist, they sang along with the flow of the music. Carina went on to rest her head against his chest with closed eyes, her body swaying a little to the music.
He kissed the top of her head and after a while, he let go of her waist. Damian said, "I closed my eyes and I can't stop smiling, I imagined walking with you forever, hand in hand, strolling through beautiful places, laughing and talking."
"Why don't we make it happen now," Carina said.
All this while they spent together, they didn't bother to ask anything about themselves.
They went for hunting - They moved in the way of hunters, soft and alert, their eyes on their target, silence chaining their movements. Damian sighted a deer take off at a dead run. He immediately pulled the trigger and missed, the animal was too fast. He pulled the trigger once more, the recoil jerked him backward, but still, he killed it.
Later on, they decided they were going to swim at the hotel. Carina changed to her swimsuit, Damian appeared only in his underwear. Carina sighted him in his underwear, her resolve of a moment before evaporated in the breath of the October cool air. Her pulse scrambled at his gloriously male body unclothed, save for the underwear. Carina kept telling herself to keep her eyes on his face, but couldn't help but lower them.
He appeared subtly muscled and strong, with the body of a man who had been active all of his life. His skin tan and firm. His broad shoulders and chest tapered down to narrow hips and a flat, hard stomach.
Damian entered the pool, Carina still stood, watching him streaking beneath the surface of the water to emerge halfway across the pool, watching his shoulders rising like a great whale and his arms windmilling in a butterfly stroke.
Damian's face popped out of the water as he said, "Are you going to stand there all day watching me, or are you going to come to join me and swim."
She smiled and joined him in the pool.
"I loved the way you talked of love in your book," Damian said, his body so close to her.
"I guess everybody loved that line," Carina said.
"But you didn't mention that the state of love is temporary, you went further to write the symptoms of the love state excluding agitation, fever, loss of appetite, and alternations of euphoria," Damian said.
"I don't know if your love state, what am certain of is sleeplessness and distraction that I wrote in my book. Yours is unromantic, if I added that, it will ruin my book."
He laughed. "Forget that I said that."
Carina said, "My body is too revealing on this swimsuit but you weren't lusting after my body or make any advancement like touching my body."
"I am not that kind of man who is sex personified. I don't like to see a stark naked woman. I am not necessarily mad keen to see a woman in panties and bra. I do not lose my head when a woman's skirt blows up in a high wind, showing all she's got on. I do not enjoy the gorgeous breasts spilling from the top of a woman's dress or forcing their way through the tight sweater. I do not revel in the sight of a woman's bottom, swaying."
She smiled, her love tank for him was full.
"There's a place I want to show you," Damian said.
"Where?" Carina asked.
Damian took her to the woods after they dressed. "Look at this tree." He said, pointing.
Carina hasn't seen a tree as tall as this one, she couldn't believe she was staring at a hundred feet tall tree. Carina held Damian's hand and said, "It's amazing."
"It is called the kissing tree," Damian said as Carina swallowed at the sound of the kiss. He continued, "We will carve our name on this tree, and then we will have our first kiss. Our first kiss should be something not short of magic, don't you think so."
Carina's cheek was full of colors as they both carved their names on the tree. Carina could see the thousands of lovers' names on the tree.
Carina's face was so close to Damian's face. Carina thought of her tongue in his mouth, not caring to look at his face, expecting the expression of aesthetic delight. Their tongues wiggling and pulsating, or at his lips touch hers, she will blossom like a flower and the incarnation would be complete. Her heart was beating faster and faster as thoughts of their first kiss were racing on her mind.
Before she could withdraw her mind from far places, his arms were around her. Damian imagined her lips touching his, her eyes closing, her sweet lips puckering up, and all the other sounds of the world going silent.
Carina took a deep breath as Damian bent back her head across his arm and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only thing in a dizzy swaying world. When they shared their first kiss, their soul opened, they tasted feeling and saw every color of the rainbow in their sensual way. They felt like they were levitating off the ground and floating in the air. Their feelings were indescribable, they couldn't be put perfectly into words and the best part of speech or figure of speech couldn't describe it well. It was more like an aphrodisiac, mixed with a Pandora box effect and fireworks glowing inside them.