“Neither were mine,” he admits.
His kiss lands softly as a hello.
For a moment we stand there, a little lost in each other.
Every time we’re together it feels surreal that he’s here in touchable form, more than just a notification or a voice on the phone.
“Get those clothes off, boy,” he orders.
Who am I to disobey?
We bundle our things into a locker.
Marco nods toward the curve where neon lights and dense garden edges create a jungle vibe.
Holding his hand, we ease our way into the water, a refreshing shock of cool in the humid evening.
I let my body submerge entirely, surfacing again to push my hair out of my eyes.
Marco drifts a few feet away, treading up to his chin.
Water beads along his shoulders.
I move instinctively toward him, following to the darker end of the cove.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, our kiss is illuminated by the blue fluorescent glow.
Firm hands grip my shoulders, legs curling around me beneath the surface.
I reach beneath him, cupping that luscious ass as I lift him above the water.
“I've been missing you all day,” I confess.
“Your manifestation seems to have worked,” he smiles.
With a tilt of his chin, our mouths meet in sweet reunion.
There’s that hunger again, building in slow, rising waves.
Dewy wet bodies.
Slippery torsos press against each other.
Darkness fuels every sensation, each movement amplified and deliberate.
His nipple hardens as I run a tongue across it.
Fingers trail gently down my arms.
We float apart and then together, hands clasped to anchor ourselves to one another.
I drown in his orbit, close enough to count the freckles on his nose.
We haven’t been skin to skin since the launch party.
I’ve kept my promise.
Until now.
