They climbed in silence for a minute, round and round, up and up. Their legs were gently burning by the time they spotted the night sky, and their minds were spinning with exciting thoughts.
The stairs opened up to a balcony that overlooked the entire life of the city, and the ocean could be seen in the distance with a patch of stars over the deepest waters they had ever seen. Hollie pulled away to stand at the stone edge, and Damien moved up beside her, his bare arm almost touching her sleeve.
They stood there for a long time. They were both in awe of the magical view, and incredibly aware of the other who stood so close. After what seemed like an eternity, Hollie turned to face Damien, appeared as if to speak, and then turned away to the encompassing view. Damien exhaled with a small sound and then lightly took her hand in his.
They continued to stand at the edge until Damien felt Hollie’s thumb rubbing up and down his hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze and she squeezed back. Still, they absorbed their eyes in the stunning view.
“Where,” began Hollie before clearing her throat and continuing. “Where do you come from?”
Damien was silent for a long while. “I don’t really have a home,” he whispered. “I’ve been traveling for three months now. I think that’s what I’m looking for though.” He paused. “A home.”
Hollie took a deep breath. “I’m from Canada,” she said, softly. “I’m only on a short trip.”
Damien nodded. “Canadian. I see.”
Then Hollie turned to him. “But we should still hang out. We could explore the rest of the city tomorrow.” She smiled brightly.
“When do you go back?” asked Damien. He regretted the question immediately, but part of him could not bear to go any further without knowing the answer.
She bit her lip. “I have tomorrow all free,” she said. “Why don’t we see what happens tomorrow?”
“Do you go back the day after tomorrow?”
“That’s what my plane ticket says,” she said. There was an awkward silence, and then Damien gave in.
“Okay,” he said. “No worries. We’ll see what happens. Let’s hang out tomorrow. Nothing is for sure, right? It’s all a big mystery, an adventure. Anything could happen.”
She turned to him and somehow he had the courage to make eye contact. They held this for some time, meaning and emotion flowing easily between them without a single word needed.
She leaned forward an inch. Her voice was scarcely a whisper. “Anything?” she asked.
He leaned in close. “Yes. Anything could happen.” Her breath touched his face. He leaned in further.
Her lips were soft and soon moist, and her scent filled his senses. They kissed for a long, sweet moment until everything between them had been decided. And then they pulled gently away to meet eyes once more.
“Anything,” she repeated.
“Yes,” Damien said. “I think we can do anything.”