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August Moon By Ivoryrose 75 It was a hot summer night. A disk-like moon illuminated the wonderful landscape clearly. Nigel was standing on the balcony of the five star hotel’s honeymooners apartments, he held a glass of red wine in his hand and had a far-off look on his face. Cool summer breezes hugged around the young man and sea waves swung into the rocks, hitting home affably and refreshingly. Sydney and Nigel had been on another relic hunt but it was different from their earlier ones because it hasn’t seemed that risky at all. One of their acquaintances helped them to get in the elegant company as young honeymooners, a couple who had special interests in arts objects. This relic was a priceless piece - the crossbow of Artemis, Greek Goddess of hunting and purity. Sydney was informed about this by an old co-worker who would want to save the piece from some eager private gatherer and get it to the Athens Museum’s ownership. They got an enormous amount for the acquisition of the priceless piece from a secretly anonymous donor, and the whole thing looked like a simple deal. Their only job was, when the piece was on bid, was to call the highest price for it. They arrived that morning and it was after they had dinner the bidding started. It ended at midnight and the main dish would be the crossbow of Artemis. That’s why Sydney and Nigel had to adapt themselves into the crowd. But midnight passed and there wasn’t trace of the crossbow and they finished the bid. Sydney met some people in the flagrant company who were interesting for her, in different ways, and she decided she’d stay a little bit longer. Nigel had been tired of the whole day’s program. He felt tired that the tip had proved false and the bow hadn’t turned up through the whole night. Nigel loosened his tuxedo and untied the bow-tie and he let his thoughts fly away. Half past 1 am passed. Where is Sydney? He was sure she’d met with another Adonis and was happily flirting and chatting with him. What a beautiful night it is – he thought. If only they weren’t in the middle of a relic hunt! Nigel thought he could use a mighty holiday. This night and the company of his beautiful boss were somehow incompatible with the fact they were only staying there because of a relic hunt. This night was telling a totally different story for the young Englishman. How lovely it would be if they had been here because of their own amusement – he wondered. His boss with her exotic beauty was pink of perfection for every man. Sydney’s smile, the sparkling of her eyes captured him in the very first moment - it formed a gossamer cord in Nigel. She was the reason he was getting up in the mornings and every minute he could spend with her made him happy. Although he’d done his best to hold back his feelings, he was afraid of it coming to Sydney’s knowledge. He couldn’t endure Sydney being missing from his life. He sipped a gulp of the glass he held in his hand and ordered a good year’s bottle of red wine for the bill of the apartments, as befitted to a honeymooner’s couple, and he knew Sydney will be satisfied with his choice too. Nigel closed his eyes. He was listening to the soft voices of nature and he recalled the chocolate-coloured-hair phenomena. The zaphire-blue satin dress softly hugging Sydney’s perfect form. His breath stopped in an instant when his eyes caught sight of her. Her smile radiated and stars were shining in her eyes when she approached Nigel down the stairs. "You look stunning Syd" – he said as his appreciative gaze enfiladed her. Syd flashed a thank you smile at and she hooked her arm onto him. "You too look elegant tonight, Nigel.” Sydney quietly stepped into the room. She filled the prepared empty glass with wine while she watched her TA with a far-off look on his face. She sipped a gulp. Excellent choice – she thought. Then she had made her way towards Nigel. She put her glass on the windowsill which was next to the balcony’s door. Then she took a step closer to Nigel, slipped her slim arms around his middle, put her chin on his shoulder and whispered in his ear "Thank you, Nigel." She kissed his cheek. Nigel turned towards Sydney. The dark mandel-shaped eyes and the pair of hazel ones enwreathed each other for a long minute - then Nigel broke the silence in a slightly embarassed fashion. "What are you thanking me for Sydney?" "That you are here, with me" – she replied, then she stroked away, with her right hand, a lock on his forehead which fallen into his eye. She ran her fingers down on his face and kissed him on the other cheek. Nigel’s drew her closer and held her tight for several minutes. He ran his fingers through her long, shiny hair then he backed away a little bit. Their gazes enwreathed each other again for several long moments. "Syd, you know I will always be here for you" – he said, then he smiled at her and took a gulp of his wine. The stars in Sydney’s eyes had shone brightly as she smiled back on him. "Yes, I know Nigel. This is the only thing I am sure about." Than she lifted her glass to her lips and she sipped a bit, followed by a bleak smile. Their gazes held each other once again. The August Moon irradiated them and attired the balcony in a special light. THE END
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