They stopped at times to pick up interesting shells or to playfully skim rocks over the water. They periodically would sneak glances at each other and bump into each other seemingly accidentally as they walked. Helena wanted very much to hold Dylan’s hand as they walked along the beach but she was afraid of being rejected and she recall the fear of public display of affection that Dylan showed the morning they had breakfast with her kids. As the sun was setting Helena asked if they could stop and sit in the sand and watch the sun set into the ocean. They sat side by side and leaned against each other. Helena dug her toes into the sand while Dylan unconsciously traced little hearts in the sand with her index finger. They admired the magnificent colors on display as the sun seemed to fall into the ocean. 

The wind picked up and Helena who was just wearing a peasant skirt and spaghetti string top, curled into a tight ball and shivered slightly. Dylan noticed the change in Helena body language and asked, “Are you cold? Do you want to do in?”

Helena shook her head, “I’m a little chilled but I don’t want to go in yet. I haven’t seen a sunset this beautiful in a long time. I’m okay to stay for a while longer. Are you okay?”

Dylan nodded then took a deep breath and suggested tentatively, “I could…Maybe if I…” Before she completed her thought, or asked for permission, she moved to sit behind Helena with Helena between her legs. She slowly wrapped her arms around Helena to keep her warm.

Helena leaned back into Dylan and snuggled against her cheek. “This feels good…You feel good.”

Dylan’s heart rate picked up as caught the scent of Helena’s perfume. She ran her hands down Helena’s arms to hold her hands. She brought Helena’s hands back up to hug their arms around Helena’s body. “You feel pretty good yourself.”

Helena turned to smile at Dylan. She looked into dark colored eyes that seemed to sparkle with the nightfall. “I’d really like to kiss you but I’m not sure if…”

Before Helena could finish, Dylan interrupted anticipating Helena’s fear, “That was the Dylan of the past.” Dylan freed one of her hands to stroke Helena’s cheek with her fingers and her lips with her thumb. She leaned in and replaced her thumb with her lips then tongue. Helena moaned at the contact and met Dylan’s tongue in a seductive dance. Dylan held Helena’s face tighter and deepened the kiss which caused her to moan and feel a hard throb and wetness between her legs.

Helena broke from the kiss and breathlessly said, “I’d like to take you home, to my house. It’s just up the beach.”

Dylan laughed and answered, “I’d like that. I thought you might never ask.”