I slept deeply all night. On spring Thassos nights are different, filled with tropical fragrance, moist freshness and lapping of sea waves. Morning welcomed me with the early rays of the still cold sun. The two-leaved balcony door stood ajar, the draugth blew in the light lace curtain, and through the panes of the wooden window-frame, over the green hills not far off and further away, gleamed the scattered villas of Skala Potamias.
There were some voices chatting and coffee cups clattering on the balcony outside. I dressed up quickly, drew the curtain and opened the door...
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I did not just take his hand, but almost grabbed it. All the same, however, I lost my balance, lurched and could not even notice how I fell into Giannis'es arms. My head swum, my heart seemed to throb at my throat. But the burning warmth of his body and the warning scent of his costly aftershave prompted me to get my breath again...
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So, I was going. He was dissatisfied, but I left him to his disappointment. As I walked by the veranda wall to go inside through the other entrance, a low noise made me lift my eyes to the villa. Just above, on the dark balcony of the corner apartment, sparked and shortly died out the invisible end of a finished cigarette. Someone had been watching us!
(Soon to be continued)
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