One girl in particular attracted his eye. He wasn't really sure what he was doing and he'd made no conscious effort to attract her. They talked a lot, laughed and joked with each other at work, found themselves talking about their own pasts or what they wanted to do. He was usually very closed on these subjects. It was only to certain people that he'd let loose. He felt very comfortable with her.
One Thursday he asked her if she'd be staying on the kibbutz over the weekend instead of returning to her own place near Tiberias. If he wanted her to, she would, she'd said. Now he was in new territory. Well, not actually new, but long forgotten. He told her he'd come down to her room sometime after midnight.
Her room light was out when he arrived but someone was in next door - another of the workers in the bakery. He knocked on the door and invited himself in, asking if she had anything to drink. He'd already emptied his fridge of everything alcoholic. Luckily for him there was an unclaimed bottle of vodka in the freezer outside her room and he saw she had a bottle of Coke by her bed. They talked for some time while he drank. He began to knock on the wall to wake up the girl he'd originally come to see. He heard movement not long after.

Ten minutes later she was in the room with them. He poured her a drink - his usual mix, but she complained at the strength. She looked good - black Levi's and a pretty, flowered top. Her shoulder-length blond hair looking and smelling freshly washed. He recognised her perfume: Anais Anais. Beautiful. The smell awakened buried memories. He shook them away.

Time flew by. The sun was rising and the birds were singing their morning song. The drink had given him a real appetite so he took the two girls up to breakfast with him. Half way through his meal he remembered he'd arranged to meet his friend for breakfast at 9 o'clock. It was almost that now. He ate quickly, said goodbye and went to wake his friend.
He'd been up all night and was feeling great. His friend noticed his hyper mood and asked about it. He told him all that had happened and related the story with such excitement. Maybe something was going to happen between him and the girl. He hadn't even know he wanted anything to happen.

The following Friday she also stayed on the kibbutz. They were alone. Sitting outside her room they just talked. Getting to know each other more thoroughly. She put her head on his shoulder. He looke at her in puzzlement then leant closer and kissed. 'What am I doing?' he asked himself. 'Just let yourself go,' his inner-self replied. And so he did. She took his hand and led him inside.

The next few hours were a blur of activity. His first night alone with her and they ended up in bed. Not the norm for him, most definitely not. He'd just gone with the flow, but shit, his whole body ached.
He left her room around breakfast time, his muscles screaming at him as he rose from the bed. He said they'd talk at work that night.
He needed his sleep and so did she.