IN WHICH STRINGS GET PLUCKED, INCLUDING MY HEART’S.
The sun had been sliding slowly down the mother of pearl sky and was now dipping into the Aegean Sea. Nikos had been exploring my facial topography with kisses. Now, just as I was sure he was heading into makeout territory, he pulled back and looked at me, hard. He took my hand and, after gazing at it like he’d never seen a hand before, kissed it with exaggerated chivalry. Then he excused himself, and disappeared below deck.
I readied myself for the Big Lunge I was accustomed to. But Nikos came back with a guitar. Our evening was entering the string instrument phase!
“You are so lovely. I want to sing to you how lovely you are,” he declared, sitting down next to me.
My, but this guy was romantic. And I must admit, I was perfectly charmed. As much as Nikos had already put me in the mood from his hot physical presence — not to mention his tender tour of my face — being serenaded simply heightened the romance and delicious dance of foreplay.
Since I, Mrs. Hot, live for adventure and like nothing better than to be pleasantly surprised, I couldn’t have been more delighted with the marvelous contradiction Nikos embodied: rough, macho fisherman by day; sensitive, chivalrous romantic by night. To say the unusual combination was hot is an understatement.
As if illustrating this dichotomy, Nikos took up the guitar and with his calloused fingers began sensitively stroking the strings, coaxing a beautiful melody out. As he sang in Greek in his deep, clear voice, he looked intensely into my eyes. While he did so, I looked right back into his beautiful green eyes, and through the whole song — incredibly, my normal inclination to look away after a moment had vanished. I’d been transported to a whole new level of intimacy. The shift was at once exhilarating and terrifying.
This troubadour might be trouble.