He reeked of sunscreen and desperation, but I didn’t care. As I studied his intricate body I lay still, mesmerized by the curvature of his lips. The beauty of the moon and stars remained nothing compared to him. And yet the sand was so cold but his body was so warm. His lips fluttered across mine, leaving the lingering taste of beer. Our lips stayed locked, and his touch turned the key to my heart. I stay still, and felt his soft fingers trickle down my body and the slight whisper that wasn’t to be heard by anyone. The sound of crashing waves never surpassed the loud passion that took place between our two bodies.  We acted out of lust, knowing that our paths would never cross again. But I soaked up the moment like a vulnerable sponge, now reminiscing what had been. I remember that it hurt, looking at him after hurt. His eyes so hollow and halfhearted, like what we just did never happened.