"Rosé" he said a half smile playing on his lips.
My breath caught in my throat and I don't think the running had anything to do with it.
"Are you ok, Rosé?" He asked again. How long had I been staring at his mouth?
"I...I'm fine, I think. The heat must be getting to me, I swear I saw..." I trailed off not sure what to say. Would he think I was crazy if I said a mummy?
"Saw what? A mummy?"
"Well, yeah" I finished lamely.
He laughed, "Yeah you see them around from time to time. Slow moving things really, quite easy to get out of their way."
I stood staring dumbly at him. I must be dreaming. A beautiful stranger is talking to me about mummies in the middle of an Egyptian dessert.
"You're more beautiful than I remember Rosé," he said, his voice softening
Yep, definitely dreaming!
"Come on," he said grabbing my hand. "There must be something to eat around here, I'm starving!"
What's a girl to do? Of course I followed him!
There was two days left until I had to return home and they past in a glorious wave of happiness. We went everywhere together, not leaving each other sides for a moment. He was exciting, adventurous, perhaps a little bit insane and it was perfect.
The last night we found an out of the way camp ground and sat under the stars roasting out dinner over an open fire.
I finally worked up the courage to ask him what he meant when he said I was more beautiful than he remembered.
"You don't remember me Rosé?" he asked, that half smile on his lips again.
No don't look at the lips, focus Rosé. "Remember you? No, I'm sure I would!"
"Silly Rosé," he said laughing. "We grew up together. It's me, Blueberry Parfait."
"Blueberry Parfait," I repeated incredulously. How could I have spent three days with him and not asked him his name. In the wave to happiness and exploration it didn't occur to me, didn't seem important. But BLUEBERRY PARFAIT?!? Not possible. Blueberry was a sweet boy and a good friend when I was very young. This Blueberry was, well, a god! I decided at that moment he would never be anything but Blue to me.
As the night drew to an end he pulled me close. "You may not remember me," he said his voice getting husky. "But I could never forget you." And he kissed me.
In that moment I truly understood the spark between mum and dad. There would never be anyone else for me.
The next morning I left for home. I knew I would see him again, but when?