Today:

Yolie:
Alex got me out of bed at 7.30 in the morning. He gave me a shopping bag, I found it contained clothes, a white t-shirt with the I LOVE Greece logo, a denim fisherman that reaches my knees and is quite tight, a blue cap, a hair rubber and a pair of black tennis shoes. He forgot buying underwear. After I got dressed he stuffed me in a black car with tinted windows and we went off at supersonic speed. On the way I fell asleep and when I woke up drool was running down my jaw.
Alex is gorgeous today. He's wearing clothes to match mine. The difference is that he is wearing huge black Ray-Bans and I have put on my glasses.
He drives more leisurely today and also seems more relaxed. We drive here and there and wen the enormous façades of ancient buildings come into view, I finally understand where he's is taking me. The Acropolis of Athens is only a few meters away.
— It's incredible. - I whisper as I observed the gigantic buildings.
—You should have seen them in their full splendor, when the city was the world's center of knowledge and the arts. - He sighs.
We walk hand in hand around the place. Anyone who sees us pass by would think that we are just another couple,one of the many following the tour guide. I listen absorbed as the group advances through the ruins and the guide tells us many interesting facts about the Parthenon.
—I could give you a much better guided tour than this ... and for free. - Alex purres in my ear making my hair stand on end. He's glued to my back hugging me from behind and constantly kissing my neck.
—Behave yourself, Mr. Philipides.- I scold.- What will these tourists think?
—They'll think you've bewitched me and made me your slave. - He sniffes my neck and I press my lips together to avoid moaning.

GOD! We are in a public place and he has me melted already!
—Not here. - I shriek nervously. - Not in front of all these people.
He chuckles.
—Come. Let's eat something.
—Let's eat? - I turn around looking at him, stranged.
He sticks to me, whispering against my mouth.
—You will eat something and latter ... - He looks into my eyes-… I will eat you.
I try not to swallow my own tongue.
He leads me to a little place and asks for...what the hell do I know?
The waitress looks at him, then at me and makes a face. If I had mastery of magiks, I would strike her down with lightning.

Where did that come from?

Alex takes my hand and caresses my knuckles. His eyes today are brown and gray respectively.
—Why do your eyes change color?
—What color are they now?
—They are mismatched. One is brown and the other looks gray.
—They are their natural color. They were like that before... well, before. Sometimes they take on the color of what surrounds me, they are green if there is a lot of foliage, blue if I am near the coast...
—Black, I've seen them turn black.
He leans forward on the table, whispering so that only I can hear them.
—That happens when I'm... ah... very turned on. - He raises an eyebrow.
—And red? I've also seen you with red eyes.
He gets serious.
— That's how they get when I'm angry, very angry.
—I thought so.
The waitress comes back bringing a ham and cheese sandwich and a mango juice for me.

Yum!

I eat it all and we go out again, walking hand in hand.
Alex looks so much younger today. He’s been so playful and flirtatious, smiling, joking and kissing me on the lips every two minutes. We left the small restaurant and wandered aimlessly, entering shops and markets. He asks me if I want to buy something. I shake my head.
Athens this time of year is packed with tourists. Wherever we go, people stare at us. He is so extremely white, so blond and so beautiful while I’m...
—Do you want me to rip their heads off? - Alex growls.
—No.
Without realizing it we have taken a great turn and we are in the parking lot where we left the car. I've ruined Alex's mood. His face has become a stone mask.
He gets into the car through his door and I through mine, driving in silence. I reach for my phone and put my headphones on. Scared to be lonely ⁴ acoustic version sounds in my ears as I glance sideways at Alex.
I'm afraid. Very afraid to let him in. I'm not afraid of his darker side, I've dealt with the vampire quite well, It's the man I fear. When he is tender, when he is romantic, when he whispers beautiful things against my neck or kisses my forehead is when I’m most afraid of him.
Because deep down I know this isn’t going to last long. It cannot last long. The attraction between us is explosive, my body and his are like magnets, he touches me or kisses me and I lose my mind but ,as powerful as this is, it's only temporary.
Alex drives the car up a steep hill. We are right on top of a cliff overlooking the bay and the Acropolis. He turns off the engine and gives me a killer stare.
—Stop thinking about it so much.-he mutters.
I swallow hard.
—I thought we were over this already. I thought you already knew how I feel about you.
—Yes, I know you like me.
—Then why torture yourself with what others might think?
I bite my lip.
—Wait here. - He says and getting out of the car swiftly disappears.
In ten seconds he's back. I get out of the car and see that he is holding a vanilla ice cream in his hand. He offers it to me and I take it. Licking it. Heat here feels like a thousand hells. We lean against the car windshield contemplating the city bustling with activity right below us.Alex sticks his mouth to the ice cream on the opposite end to mine and turns his lips slowly until he meets me, we kiss with the cold vanilla flavor melting between our mouths and I lick his lips flirtatiously. He smiles and I bite my lip, finishing the ice cream I drop the cone.
—It isn’t just an inferiority complex what I suffer from, Alex. - I whisper. - I like you too. And I'm scared. I fear of what might happen next, I’m afraid of...
—The future doesn't exist, magissa mou - he cuts me off- It's an illusion. The past is every minute that is gone, the present is here and now but future will never come. Can't you see it? You live in fear instead of seizing the moment, fearing what comes next, fearing tomorrow without knowing that there is no such tomorrow. We only have today. You expect changes that are supposed to come with the future, but you will always live in the present, the same boring, sad and predictable present. As long as you live, you will only have the present, because the present is every minute that you breathe, and every second that your heart beats.
— My present isn’t boring or predictable. - I deny vehemently. - It's upside down, because of you.
He pulls me closer to his body, separating the strands of hair that have escaped from the rubber band, from my face.
—My present isn’t boring either, since you are with me, everything is fire and meteor showers.
We kiss. I was dying to kiss him like this, with no rush, no people around us. He squeezes my buttocks with his big hands and pulls me against his erection. I groan. I want him, I’m blind with desire for him. I've been burning for weeks, panting for weeks, been crazed for weeks, wanting to feel his hands on my skin. I bite down on his succulent lower lip and he growls.
—You're a wild cat.
— What are you going to do with me? - I ask breathlessly.
He looks at the car and smirks.
—I'd fuck you against the windshield right now. - He whispers and I gasp. - This place is somewhat remote, nobody come here, but I suspect you are not ready for that level of exhibitionism.
I laugh against his lips.
—Come. - He pulls me and we get into the back of his vehicle.