DOMENICO

The water in the pool had never felt hotter against my skin, or maybe it was just her memory that set me ablaze.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, I fucking saw her because she's everywhere in my head.

The way her hair clung to her wet shoulders, the arch of her back when I had my tongue buried deep in her pussy, the shiver that ran through her body when I tasted her beneath the water.

Even now, after she ran away, I could still smell her, the faint, intoxicating mix of her shampoo and skin lingering in my senses. Refusing to wash away.

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