Wish You Were Here

Chapter 12



‘I’m sorry,’ Milo said. ‘I’m embarrassing you.’

‘No, you’re not,’ Alice said. ‘It was just unexpected.’

‘But a good unexpected?’ he asked with the tiniest of smiles.

She nodded, thinking it best if she didn’t have any more wine that day. They sat in silence, both staring out to sea. Alice was just wondering what was going to happen next and hoping that Milo wasn’t going to write the day off as a huge mistake and take her straight back to Kethos Town when he suddenly clapped his hands together.

‘Well, there’s only one thing to do when you live near the sea and that’s to swim in it! Are you coming?’ he asked, standing up and brushing sand off his legs.

‘Oh, you didn’t say we might be swimming,’ Alice said, looking disappointed.

‘We’re on an island – swimming is always on the agenda,’ he said. ‘Come on!’

‘But I don’t have my costume.’

‘What do you need a costume for? The sea will dress you!’ he said.

She watched as Milo walked towards the water, shedding clothes as he went. At first, Alice averted her eyes but then she wondered why. If he was unabashed to strip off in front of her in broad daylight, why shouldn’t she watch?

His body was lean and tanned and she really couldn’t stop looking at it. This just wasn’t the kind of thing that happened back home in Norfolk and Alice was jolly well going to enjoy it.

‘You won’t believe how good this feels!’ Milo cried as he entered the water, beating it with enthusiastic arms.

‘You’re mad!’ Alice shouted.

‘Come on in!’ he yelled back.

‘I haven’t got my costume,’ Alice said.

‘You are born naked,’ Milo shouted across the waves.

‘Yes, but you acquire clothes pretty damned quickly,’ Alice replied.

‘Why are you English girls so shy?’

So this was his ploy, was it? For a moment, Alice had a vision of him seducing half the women of England in this very way but then she thought, so what? So what if that’s what this was all about – the picnic, the kiss, the swim. If it was nothing more than a bit of naked flirtation then she could handle that, couldn’t she?

She stood up on the picnic rug, two words cascading themselves around her head. Why not?

‘In your own time,’ Milo said. ‘I won’t look!’ She watched as he swam farther out to sea, his strokes strong and confident, and then she took a deep breath. She’d never done anything like this before in her life but something strange was happening to her – it was as if her shyness had been banished by some force much stronger than she was and she really didn’t care any more. She felt empowered, confident, free.

Slowly, she stepped out of her shoes and unbuttoned the front of her dress. The turquoise fabric slithered down her body onto the sand and was soon joined by her underwear.

Walking across the sugar-soft sand, she looked out into the sea. Milo was still swimming towards the horizon but suddenly doubled back and started swimming towards the shore once again but he kept his word and was facing away from Alice so she was able to slip into the water without being seen.

As soon as she was in up to her knees, she took a deep breath and did the only sensible thing to acclimatise and threw herself straight into the water until her whole body was immersed.

Gasping, she broke clear of the water, blinking and laughing. Milo was right – it felt glorious, the sea enveloping her body in its cooling embrace. She floated on her back for a while, gazing into the blue depths of the sky and then turned to face the shore, marvelling at the rocky landscape and the deep dark greens of the trees. She hadn’t been swimming in the sea for years and remembered how much she loved it. Seeing the land from the sea was one of life’s little miracles.

Alice loved the sensation of the water all around her and the gentle bobbing motion of the tide that cradled her. The sea had the wonderful ability of making everything else disappear so that you really lived in the moment with its salt tang in your nose and its lulling waves in your ears.

When Milo spotted her, he waved across and then started to swim towards her, as beautiful and sleek as a sea lion.

‘I told you!’ he cried above the waves. ‘It’s the best place in the whole world!’

‘It is!’ Alice replied.

‘I come here whenever I can in the good weather but it’s never often enough,’ he said, inching towards her in the water. Alice remained where she was, bobbing about in the little spot that was fast feeling like a second home. She was aware of how diaphanous the water was and wondered just how much Milo was able to see but his eyes remained fixed on the land as he drank in his beloved island. Well, that wasn’t very flattering, was it? Here she was, naked in the water and supposedly ‘irresistible’ and he only had eyes for Kethos.

Alice bit her lip and her hand seemed to take on a life of its own because it was suddenly flicking water over Milo’s head.

Milo turned around, stunned by her action and that’s when the war of water began with great fat droplets flying through the air and mini waves cascading over them.

They splashed each other, dunked each other, raced each other towards the shore and back and then – finally – floated happily together, catching their breaths.

‘Oh my God!’ Milo said, closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I surrender – you win!’

‘Good!’ Alice said with a laugh. She felt completely exhausted but wonderfully so.

‘Come on,’ he said a moment later, ‘let’s get out of here.’

They were just about to make for the shore when they saw an old man with a walking stick shuffling along the beach.

‘Oh, no!’ Milo said.

‘Who is it?’ Alice said, squinting against the sun.

‘It’s Old Stamos – he walks here every day and he likes to – how do you say? Talk a lot.’

‘But how on earth did he get down that steep track?’ Alice asked. ‘He looks about a hundred and ten.’

‘He’s fitter than I am,’ Milo said.

‘But how are we going to get out of the water now? We’ve got no clothes on!’ Alice pointed out quite unnecessarily.

‘Oh, Old Stamos won’t mind that,’ Milo said.

‘Well, he might not but I’d mind!’ Alice said.

Milo seemed to be mulling things over for a moment and then he pointed over to the left.

‘We can hide behind those rocks until he leaves,’ he said and the two of them swam off together, reaching the rocks just as the old man reached their piles of clothes on the beach. They watched as he used his walking stick to poke around amongst the garments.

‘What is he doing?’ Alice asked.

‘Seeing what he can find,’ Milo said and it soon became obvious what he had found because, hoisted on the end of his stick was Alice’s bra which he proceeded to wave in the air like a flag.

Milo laughed.

‘Oh my God!’ Alice cried in mortification but she couldn’t help laughing too as the old man looked out to sea and the two of them ducked their heads.

‘I bet he’s remembering his own past when he used to swim naked too!’ Milo said.

‘I wish he’d hurry up and leave. What’s he doing now?’ Alice asked.

Milo peeped over the top of one of the rocks. ‘It’s all right – he’s going,’ he said.

‘Thank goodness,’ Alice said. ‘I’m getting cold.’

They swam towards the shore together and Milo waded out as unashamedly as he’d waded in whilst Alice bobbed about in the shallows.

‘It’s okay – I won’t look!’ he said, sitting himself down on the blanket with his back to the sea as he pulled on his clothes.

When she was quite sure Milo was thoroughly occupied in drying his hair, Alice walked out of the sea, the sun instantly warming her limbs. Milo’s arm extended out behind himself, a towel for her in his hand and she quickly dried herself before slipping her dress on again and sitting down on the blanket.

‘That was fun,’ he said, shaking the last few droplets of water out of his hair.

‘Yes,’ Alice said, squeezing her own hair.

‘Here – let me,’ he said, inching forwards on the blanket, towel in hand.

Alice felt the firmness of his hands as they rubbed her hair gently with the towel and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the experience.

‘All done,’ he said a moment later. ‘The sun will do the rest.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, wishing he’d taken just a little longer over the job.

He looked at her, his dark eyes seeming to drink her in. ‘You have beautiful hair,’ he told her.

Alice laughed. ‘No I don’t,’ she said.

He frowned. ‘You do!’

‘My hair is too fine and way too brown to be beautiful.’

‘But it is soft and pretty and it just suits you,’ he said.

She smiled. He was being ridiculous again, she thought. Was this all a part of his seduction technique?

‘I know I’m not beautiful,’ she said, ‘and you don’t need to flatter me.’ Alice looked out to sea in an attempt to deflect his comments. She wasn’t used to being the centre of somebody’s attention and, although it felt nice, she wasn’t sure she was completely comfortable with it. ‘Tell me about Aphrodite,’ she said.

Milo scratched his chin and looked thoughtful. ‘Well, she’s the goddess of love and beauty and was born right here off the coast of Kethos.’

Alice turned to look at him. ‘Really? I thought she was born in Cyprus – isn’t that what all the legends say?’

‘Cyprus!’ Milo said, spitting out the word as if it were a curse. ‘What would Aphrodite be doing in Cyprus? She’s a Greek goddess!’ He shook his head, looking thoroughly disgusted by the idea of Cyprus having anything to do with his special goddess. ‘Cyprus only made up the legend to get tourists to visit.’

‘Oh,’ Alice said, resisting the temptation to suggest that Kethos had had the same idea.

‘There’s a legend,’ Milo began, stretching his long legs out across the blanket, ‘that Aphrodite once seduced all the inhabitants of Kethos in the course of one night.’

‘What – men and women?’

Milo nodded. ‘And that everybody today is descended from her.’

‘But she’s just a myth, isn’t she? She was never real.’

Milo shrugged and grinned. ‘What do you think?’

‘I don’t know,’ Alice said. She didn’t really believe it but didn’t want to say so in case Milo believed the legend but she had to admit that she’d never seen so many good-looking people before in her life than on the island of Kethos. Could there be a grain of truth in the legend, she wondered?

‘Why are you so interested in Aphrodite?’ he asked.

‘Just curious,’ Alice said.

Milo’s eyebrows rose. ‘You made a wish, didn’t you? You made a wish and it’s come true, hasn’t it?’ His bright smile was both mocking and delighted.

‘I told you – I don’t believe in wishes,’ Alice said.

‘Is Aphrodite the reason you came back to the villa?’

Alice turned to look at him. ‘It might have been one of the reasons.’

He held her gaze for a moment and then he spoke. ‘I’m glad you came back,’ he said.

When Alice arrived back at the villa, there was no sign of Stella other than a mess of dishes in the sink. Alice peered into it and saw two cereal bar wrappers and four cups and spoons which had obviously been Stella’s coffee quota so far that day.

‘Stella?’ Alice shouted up the stairs but there was no reply so she went to her bedroom and took a quick shower. It had been an amazing day. She had stayed on the beach with Milo for hours just sitting and chatting and swimming and – what was even better – she was going to see him again.

The ride back to Kethos Town in the afternoon had been like a dream from which Alice hadn’t wanted to wake up. She kept trying to think of ways to delay their parting but he said he had to get back.

‘I wish this day could last forever,’ he said, ‘and I’m sorry that it can’t.’

She didn’t ask him what he had to get back for and she’d waited for him to say if he wanted to see her again. Well, she’d waited about two seconds.

‘Will I see you again?’ she’d blurted before having a chance to check the rules of etiquette.

‘Come to the villa tomorrow. My boss is away. I have to work but–’ he’d paused, ‘we can talk, yes?’

‘Yes,’ Alice had said with a smile of relief and delight.

Now, as she walked down the stairs after her shower, she couldn’t help smiling at the thought of seeing Milo again. She couldn’t remember talking to a man with such ease before but, with Milo, the hours had passed by so quickly and happily and the day had ended all too suddenly.

‘Oh! There you are!’ Stella’s voice broke into Alice’s thoughts and there, standing in the kitchen with her fifth cup of coffee of the day, was her sister.

‘Hello,’ Alice said. ‘Where have you been?’

‘Just out,’ Stella said mysteriously, draining her cup and flinging it in the sink to join the others.

‘Into town?’ Alice probed.

Stella’s lips twisted and then she nodded. ‘I got so bored here that I thought I’d try and find you so I ended up going to the museum you said you were visiting but you weren’t there and then I got stuck with this local man who insisted on showing me every single coin and piece of pottery that has ever been dug up on the whole of Kethos!’

‘Oh, poor Stella!’ Alice said in sympathy even though she was laughing inside.

‘It was awful. Where were you?’

Alice swallowed. She hated telling lies but she couldn’t risk Stella finding out about Milo.

‘I just wandered around really,’ she said with a shrug, turning her back on her sister and opening the fridge to pour herself some fruit juice.

‘Wandered around where?’

‘Well, I ended up getting a bus and I found this little beach. I spent most of the day there,’ she said, happy that some of what she’d said was the truth.

‘Maybe you can show me this beach,’ Stella said.

‘Oh, I don’t think you’d like it,’ Alice said.

‘Why wouldn’t I like it?’

‘It’s very stony and the sea’s so cold,’ Alice said without so much as a twinge at her lie. She was becoming bolder because the thought of not seeing Milo again was too much.

‘God, it’s so boring here, isn’t it?’ Stella said, walking through to the living room and flopping down heavily on one of the white sofas.

‘I thought you were happy by the pool all day?’

‘Only to begin with.’

‘Haven’t you brought books with you?’

‘Oh, I hate books!’

Alice sighed. ‘Well, maybe we can find something to do together,’ she said at last.

‘Really?’ Stella said, looking at her sister with hope in her eyes. ‘Tomorrow? Can we do something tomorrow?’

‘What about the day after?’ Alice said.

‘But I want to do something tomorrow!’ she said. ‘I can’t bear another day in this place. I really can’t stand it and you did say we could do something.’

‘Yes but just not tomorrow,’ Alice said.

‘Why not? What have you got planned?’

‘I haven’t got anything pla—’

‘What are you hiding from me, Alice?’

‘I’m not hiding—’

‘And you did say we could do something together!’

‘ALL RIGHT!’ Alice shouted. ‘We’ll do something.’

‘Tomorrow!’

‘Yes,’ Alice relented, ‘we’ll do something tomorrow.’