We always met in the night.
Reckless, senseless--we were the epitome of the teenage experience. Hopping from one world of romance, to another full of enchantments and promises impossible to keep. But Ryan, with his sea-glass green eyes and shaggy blond curls, always knew how to keep our world hidden in the night.
I wondered why he kept us there, under eavesdropping stars and eternal darkness. But most nights, I simply yearned to smell the salty scent of him after our midnight swims and his gritty touch from clinging sand.
We were innocent, we were free, we were night creatures.