"When you love someone, you have to give up the right to ever lose them. Through the act of loving; you connect to them, and therefore will never forget them," Holden told her.
"I wouldn't be willing to lose you, does that mean I love you?" Lily asked shyly but filled with all of her usual intentions.
She didn't understand. Here she was, yet again, turning it back to herself instead of "them", instead of looking at love on a universal scale as opposed to her personal one, instead of a conversation of what love is, what love transcends, instead of just looking at it without her unruly ego involved. Complacently, and like he usually did, Holden simply ignored her question.
They walked along the outer ridge of the beach line before it dipped down into the tide. She was barefoot running along the sea in a bikini. But to him, she was treading on the moonlight, unself-consciously naked, dancing before his eyes. He never even saw her undressed but could paint a portrait with how vividly he could decipher her body and the curves with which she was blessed.
Capturing her demeanor, her behavior, her eyes of wonder; is what would put his mind, hand, art, and most importantly, his heart to the test.
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