Plop Plop
The flash of a red stone into the black water. I feel his hand on mine. I sigh into his neck, the earthy scent making me sleepy.
“The water is so dark,” I whisper. My eyes can’t see the bottom as he throws in rocks again and again.
“Well it is night Fay,” He whsipers back, letting out a soft laugh.
“I know, but, I mean-” I begin to protest but just settle back down against his shoulder. His hand rests against my back, his breathing is slow and gentle.
“Are you afraid of the dark?” He asks. I tip my head back to stare at him.
“More of whats in the dark really,”
“Me?”
“No of course not!” I press my lips to his throat. His eyes penatrate me, like he’s trying in vain to reach into me and grasp all my hopes, fears and desires. “I want to know you Ryan. Understand you,”
“Are you having any sucess?” He rasped slowly.
I looked away to stare at the still black water.
“No,” I meet his dark eyes once more. “No not at all.”