She looked into his eyes and tried to tell him everything with them. Give him her emotions. He love, her feelings, her devotion. His eyes stared back- cold, guilty, furtive. She looked away. She understood.
She wanted me to be a nun. To stay humble and a virgin. Not to look any man in the eyes. To devote my life to religion. But I’m not like that. I yearn for men, for women. I want intimacy, heat. I can’t be a nun.
The waves crashed slowly and serenly on her ankles as she looked at the horizon. She could almost feel his hand around her waist, calming her, pulling her close. But he would never be able to- today was her last day.