Winning "Most Romantic Moment"

CONGRATULATIONS TO ESTER FOR THIS WINNING ENTRY:

The soft breeze did nothing to cool the heavy, fragrant Barcelona air. The overpowering smells of paella and the ocean could not distract my mind from the breathtaking view I had before me. The sun was slowly slipping behind the beautiful towers of Gaudi's city and from the top floor balcony I could see the city start to liven up below me. With his rough tanned hand he brushed away the hair that had fallen over my face, he hadn't been taking in the view at all. His sea coloured eyes had not strayed from me, taking in the contours of my bikini clad body, the shape of my face and colour of my eyes. His eyes traveled over me as if discovering a new land and he couldn't bear to miss one bit, one freckle.

The man that stood before me leaning on the wrought iron balcony railing was unrecognisable from the boy I had known so well at high school, his shoulders were broad and muscular and his arms showed hard work and sunshine from building race yachts in Valencia. His hair was cut short and had darkened but he still had the same wide grin and smiling eyes. It had been nearly ten years since that teenage kiss and awkward fumble, wow he had aged for the better!

A chance find on facebook lead to us both being in this beautiful vibrant city. I had been living in London and needed a holiday to relax and forget a turbulent break up, he was travelling around Europe with friends after a hard working stint in the south of Spain so we arranged to meet up and have a fun week in Barcelona.

A low whistle escaped his lips, "Damn you're beautiful", he whispered. Instead of being embarrassed it felt so good to hear him say that, being here with him just felt so right. I ran my fingertips across his shoulder and down his arm and felt him shiver. His hand slipped swiftly around my waist and he pulled me against his hard body. I had been waiting for him to grab me for what seemed like hours but must have only been 10 minutes. I leaned in towards his parted lips and he lightly brushed his against mine and pulled away again. I kissed him back hungrily and his grip on me strengthened. He turned me around so I was against the balcony and looking down over La Rambla and started to kiss the back of my neck then again again down my spine and down to the small of my back....

I might leave the story there! It gets a little steamy from here on, but lets just say I will never forget that amazing balcony overlooking Barcelona. I turned out to be the best holiday! I will never for get him either because we are still together now back in little old NZ a year later!