“Nice.” I whispered, interlacing my fingers with his as he guided us back down the hall.  His pace seemed to slow a bit as we drew closer to the end. I looked up at this face, wanting to see what was going through his mind, but his eyes were focused in front of us.

“This is our room.” He almost whispered, pushing through a large, mahogany door. The full moon shined through the window-wall, casting a soft, sensual glow over the room. My heart raced as my eyes fell on the very large, white, canopy bed that faced the ocean.

“I’ll go and get the bags.” The unsteadiness had crept back into his voice. He released my hand and walked quickly down the hall. I stood for a moment, taking it all in before I crossed the large room and opened the French doors, built into the glass. The view was absolutely breathtaking. I listened as the waves washed gently up on the shore of the beach, leaving a soft trail of foam behind. I shivered as a cool finger somehow left a trail of fire down my neck, removing the traces of perspiration that had formed there. I turned to stare into his eyes, almost forgetting to breathe. I had thought that by now, these reactions would have gone away, but his beauty never ceased to amaze me.

“I apologize for the heat…I just…thought this temperature would…help.” He murmured, looking down at his hands.

“Its ok…thank you.” I placed my hands in his and gazed more deeply into his eyes.

“I’m going to go for a swim.” He released my hands and slowly unhooked the buttons of his tuxedo shirt. As if it could pump any faster, I felt my heart thump with ever button he opened. I searched for his face as the final button came undone, afraid of what the smooth planes of his perfect chest would do to me. I reached his eyes just as the crisp, white shirt slid from his shoulders.

“I’m sure you need a human moment…just…don’t take too long.” His lips curled up into my favorite smile as he turned slowly and stepped out into the moist air. I watched him move gracefully over the sand, the diamond facets of his skin glittering in the moonlight. I turn then, leaning my head against the glass, struggling to get my heart back in my chest.