Take My Hand

They were sitting on the sand, watching the sun dipping low,
as it sets off a splash of colors across the sky.

He reached out, but before he could touch her, she pulled back.

"Why won't you let me hold your hand?" he asked

She turned her face towards his and said,
"My hands are sweaty and grimy with sand. Just let it be."
"And isn't it enough already that I'm sitting right here beside you?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from the shore
towards the beckoning warmth of the sea.
Once they reached the shallow waters, he stopped and turned around to face her,
his body protecting her against the waves crashing against his back.
This time, when he searched for her hand once more,
he kept it underneath the waves and held on to it as he pulled her close,
his lips pressed closely against her ears,
tasting the salt water dripping across her cheeks.

"How about this, is this better?" he whispered in a teasing voice.
 

With a burst of happiness and laughter bubbling inside her,
she tried to keep it in and just nodded her head against his.
He pulled back, just far enough so he can look into her eyes,
his eyes filled with amusement at first, then suddenly turned solemn as he spoke,

"When will you understand that I'll never get enough of you?
That being near you is not enough to sate this need of touching you.
That each time I get a taste of your lips, I'd always want more.
Do I always have to drag you here everytime I want to hold your hand?
Can't you see? I wouldn't mind the waves battering against my back
and the sting of salt water in my eyes,
if that's what it takes to just keep your hands in mine."

***I don't know why, but I've been getting bothered with a lot of "signs" about weddings lately. I'm sure I won't be the one who's getting married but please, whoever you are, show yourself because I can't handle the suspense anymore. :P