CHAPTER 39
“Oh no!” Kallias exclaimed. “Daria, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, wiping away the errant tear. “These are happy tears.”
“So they are real,” he said, gently wiping one away himself as he sat beside her in the sand. “And here I said I would never make you cry.”
“These are good tears. They don’t count,” she assured. “Did you really do all this just for sleep?” She wouldn’t even get a chance to fully enjoy it if her eyes were closed.
“It’s our first time. I wanted it to look pretty, and I know the rocks aren’t really. I wanted you to like it and to be comfortable.”
“You beautiful man,” she said, kissing his cheek. She had actually always loved these rocks, even if they were somewhat jagged and unruly and dark and sharp—maybe because she had always associated them with the beauty of the crashing waves, one of her favorite things in the world.
In fact, Kallias’s beauty could be compared to the crashing waves. His hair alone was like the droplets sprawling in the sun; the way it floated through the water was like the dancing of the ocean’s spray.
“So beautiful,” she murmured. And by the way he kissed her, she was sure he knew she was talking about him.