So, crotch in my face. I was affronted by the closeness of the man. I mean, who gets that close to another person? Also, how did I not realize he was approaching me? Oh well, it's water under the bridge. Or over his defined six pack or wherever.
Speaking of abs, his were getting closer as he sunk into the water in front of me. Beautiful sun kissed skin laid bare for all the world to see sunk into the water until I was facing a pair of startling dark eyes.
“What’s a fine mer like you doing here alone? And on two legs, no less!” The man spoke for the first time. His voice was sinfully attractive, with a lilting accent I couldn’t quite place, even though I didn’t understand half of the words that came out of his mouth. Maybe it was some kind of local slang I had no hope of understanding until being here longer? What else could it be?
“Soul searching,” I answered vaguely.
Getting up from my kneeling position, I headed into shore, not giving the man a second glance. Hot or not, the fact was, he’s a complete stranger. A weird complete stranger. But apparently, I’d be graced with his company a little while longer. I could hear him splashing his way out of the ocean after me.
Heaving a sigh, I made a beeline for the fence I had been so taken to earlier. If he was going to insist on bothering me I’d at least be comfortable, dammit. I resumed my comfortable seated position on the fence and couldn’t hide a smirk as I watched the hunky guy bound across the sand like a drunken sailor. Seriously, it was like he had never walked on land before.
I heard him muttering under his breath as he leaned against the fence next to me in a language I had never heard before. “Hatra len si xi sosorear ye len do tu ruhn zeimer lomis.”
Right… well, whatever. I rolled my eyes and he looked at me like I had grown another head. “Tu maru n’rat kamarta mo?”
Now, that I could tell was a question. “Umm,” I answered back with the eloquence of a man who hasn’t even mastered one language.
“You don’t understand it,” he stated, crestfallen by my lack of language skills.
Well, honesty has always been the best policy. “No,” I answered simply.
Instead of letting it go like any sane person, this guy cocked his head in confusion, “How is that possible?” he whispered reaching a steady hand out to touch my bottom lip with his thumb.
Woah, I jerked my head back at the overly friendly gesture. “I don’t know you well enough, dude,” I hissed. That touch was way too friendly. This guy was weird.
Ceva saasha.
There was that voice again. I looked around in confusion.
The guy next to me smirked, his eyes trained on me with a knowing gaze, “Ah, but you can hear her. What did she say?”
So he could hear something too? Good to know I’m not going crazy. Unless, we’re both crazy. That was actually a very real possibility. As I’d said before: this guy was weird.
Even so, I answered his question. “Ceva saasha,” I said aloud without any difficulty.
A look of shock plastered itself on the man’s face. “You’ve never been? How is this possible?”
At the alarm in his voice my heart began to beat a little quicker. His tone was scaring me a little. “What?” I asked, not hiding the panic starting to flare up in my voice.
Instead of answering my question he abruptly changed subjects. “Where are you from?”
I saw no harm in answering his question. “Alaska.”
“Ever go swimming in the ocean up there?”
“No! Why would I swim in the ocean there? It’s way too cold!” I stated emphatically.
He scratched his chin in thought. “Is it now?”
“What’s your name?” he asked, curiosity dripping off of every syllable.
And here for some reason, I decided to give him a hard time. “Why should I tell you that? I don’t even know you.”
“I’m hoping to know you better,” he said with such unfaltering honesty causing a light blush to heat up my face. Nobody had ever been that straightforward with me. “To do that, I’d like to know your name,” he spoke gently.
“Yura,” I answered just as quietly.
“Nice to meet you, Yura. I’m Fionn.”
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