Alan leaned forward and kissed the side of my mouth, gently brushing the sand from my sheek with his forefinger. Tipping my chin so that I faced him, he kissed me again, this time long and thoughtfully, sending blood rushing warm into my chilled veins. As my hands curled about his neck, he dusted the sand off my shoulders, his touch gentle but at the same time so exciting I thought I might be washed away by the currents that tugged at me. I'd like to capture you on film right now he whispered between kisses.