Nadya

Book excerpt

We met at Philadelphia library. He was looking for some law documentation while I was deciding if I should read “The Count of Monte Cristo”  (I never read it in English translation) or Machiavelli. I decided to go with “The Prince” since I never read a whole book.

“Let me see,” his steel gray eyes looked me up and down sending electricity sparks through by body. I tried not to shiver.

“You are all tan.” He concluded.

His nostrils sucked in the air.

“You smell of sea,” he paused, “and salt,” he smiled.

“And another man.” He frowned.

He looked hurt at that moment, younger somehow, 25-27 and I had to look away because I’ve never seen anyone this beautiful. I should not be allowed to love him this much. I tried to think of all the women he must have slept with while I was away.

 

It hurts, ha? My eyes must have reflected this question because he nodded:

“Yes, it hurts”.