He kept pausing to translate for me, until I told him that I was enjoying just watching the body language and facial expressions. He’s as animated, curious, and mischievous as he’d been as a boy, but he’s got all the grace and athleticism of a man who pushes his body’s limits and takes a genuine interest in people. He’s a joy to watch.
We sit to watch a group of old women, their heads covered in black kerchiefs play a wickedly competitive card game he said was called Conquian. Stone leans in and whispers in the ear of the woman closest to him.
He’s been watching her hand from over her shoulder and whatever he says makes her eyes light up. She’s grinning when she puts her cards down, drawing groans from her friends. She and Stone share a high five. And they all kiss his cheeks when he tells them we’re leaving
“How do you know how to play that game?” I as we walk on, still hand in hand.
“One of the other fellows in my program is Mexican, he taught me on the flight down.
“And of course, you mastered it instantly,” I swing our joined hands and smile up at him.
Suddenly, he presses me against a wall, cups my face and kisses me long and sweet
“I used to dream about kissing you whenever I wanted,” he murmurs.
My heart hammers, wild with the thrill of this reckless, spontaneous passion. “Then do it,” I breathe and wind my hands around his neck. He presses open mouthed kisses on my chin, my cheeks, my jaw, my ear, my neck, my eyes.
And I revel in it. The Regan he knew is long gone, but he makes me remember and miss her. More than I have in a very long time. Maybe while we’re here, I can pretend that I’m her, still.
His lips come back to mine and he cups my ass and grinds his hips against mine. “I want to fuck you right here. Right now, Regan. Can you feel how badly I want to?”
A loud burst of laughter from an approaching group of tourists pierces our bubble. He casts them an annoyed glance, presses one more hard kiss to my mouth and whispers, “later”.
We walk hand in hand, but I swear my feet never touch the ground and neither does my soul. The city is beautiful, the weather is amazing, and there’s contentment welling in my chest, tickling me, stretching my heart, healing it, too.
I glance over at Stone as we walk along and marvel that this man is that same little boy. From the chiseled, stubble covered jaw, to the sleek, bold lines of his high cheekbones, and the strong slope of his aquiline nose, he’s a walking work of art.
But the thing I’ve enjoyed most is seeing him interact with other people and watching all that intellect and charm converge. He doesn’t seem to realize how everyone falls in love with him. Because he’s too busy enjoying the moment
He turns his head and I wish I could see what’s behind the reflective lens of his aviator sunglasses, but the sensual smile on curving his lips is one of pure, male satisfaction.
“Let’s have lunch, I’m starving.” He says more than asks, and I find I don’t mind one bit. I’m like a kite being carried on the wind, without a care in the world because Stone Rivers - strong, kind, and daring - is my tether.
We pick a place called La Molina based on reviews on TripAdvisor… “This is even prettier than the pictures, right?” I remark as we’re shown to a table in their courtyard that looks like something out of a fairytale. Lush green plants bursting with huge colorful blooms fill the space. And rustic wooden tables canopied to shield us from the afternoon sun are arranged so that you can spread out. We order fresh shrimp ceviche, octopus carpaccio and pork ribs and settle on a pitcher of their house mojito.
“So, tell me Stone, what have you done for the last eighteen years,” I ask as soon as the waitress is done flirting with him and leaves.
“Gosh, how strange that I haven’t once mentioned what I consider the biggest part of my life. I’m a doctor. An obstetrician gynecologist, but lately, I’ve been focused almost solely on obstetrics. I’m finishing up my final year in fellowship in Global Maternal Health in Colombia.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “You’re a doctor, on top of everything else? How are