They say a comet's brilliance burns bright and then disappears.
A single blazing moment, then gone.
Adam had come to believe love could be the same way, spectacular and short-lived, if one let it move too fast.
So when it came to Genevieve, he chose differently. It was better to be a steady star than a fleeting comet.
The sound of seagulls and the crash of waves echoed in the breeze. Gentle sprays of cool water drifted in the wind. Adam felt it on his face.
He had woken up a while ago but chose to remain in his position, his head resting on Genevieve's lap. She looked at him with a fond smile as she ran her fingers through his hair.
They had spent the night outside, sleeping on a bed of grass, under a roof of stars.
"When did you wake up?" Adam asked, eyes still closed.
"A while ago," Genevieve said gently.
The kiss still lingered on her lips. Her first kiss.
