Dylan

I let my finger trail down the side of her face, then down her neck to her bare shoulder. She doesn’t even move; that is how exhausted she is. We spent all day yesterday in the sun; then, I had my way with her. I hadn’t meant to be that rough, but when I saw her with her head tilted back, rinsing the remaining soap off her, I couldn’t help it. I love everything about this girl and every inch of her. She turns in her sleep, pressing herself against me. My finger keeps tracing every dip and curve of her body. I knew I was being stupid yesterday when I made a big deal about her bikini, but the thought of all those other guys seeing her in that bikini made my jealousy flair up. I had been awake for half an hour, but after doing my business, I slipped back into the bed and pulled her against me. She is so fucking beautiful it is damn near painful, and I am not sure how the fuck I got so lucky. I must have fallen back asleep at some point because I was alone in bed when I woke up.