Far up on a desolate and unforgettable peak was the spot hidden barely from the wind off the bay that Arafane had told Bette to show me, when the subject of our castle adventure had come up. There were old Druid stones up there, and there had been a breathtaking view of the crescent shaped coves that scalloped the sea. Soon, I realized after she had poured my hot tea from a thermos we had filled at the café near the castle, there was another present for me.
I touch my earlobe, as I’m stopped at a red light. She gave me these, too.
I’m not sure how many other people see this side of her. The little gift she had put in my hand meant, she had stopped and thought only about me. I had brushed her hair back from her face and had kissed her, as the wind blew in from the bay. Eight hundred years after my ancestors had defended the immense castle we had just wandered through, I was here with her, someone even the modern day Welsh had never seen anything like before.
Her body against mine, she’d protected me from the chill. “Did you feel anything ‘ancestral’ back at the castle?”
Shaking my head, with a laugh, I’d kissed her, and our lips had rolled — our kiss long and finding each other. I had drawn her hand inside my sweater. The seaside peak, the lovely earrings, her coming on my curious journey, all had made me want her closer to me that afternoon.