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“Look, Enzo! A shooting star!” Her butt is facing me; she goes on her tippy toes, pointing like she could touch the sky.

I step in the shower and see the pebble rocks on the bottom. When I look up, I catch the tail end of it.

“I don’t think I have ever seen a shooting star before.” I lose my clothes, my hands out in front of me. Guiding me to her waist. “I’ve missed you.”

Phoebe doesn’t turn around. She reaches for a scrub and wipes away the dirt from today. Bending over, she starts at her toes, works her way up her legs, and then everywhere else up to her chin.

My dick is very hard at this point. Phoebe didn’t try not to touch it with her bum; she did it on purpose.

But when she finally does turn, she lifts the stone scrubber for me to use. At this point, I don’t know what to do. The skies that minutes ago were cloudless; open up their windows and pour down rain.

It isn’t cold; it is warm.

I lift my face and let the water rush over my body. I push Phoebe into the corner, and my hands are holding her neck so she doesn’t move from the love I am about to give her.

Our moans are canceled out by the thunder above us. I am not shivering from the cold; I vibrate with pain only Phoebe can take away.

I pick her up, her legs high around my waist. This time, I am going to take her. I can’t wait for another chance to be inside her.

“Enzo.” Phoebe fits her hand between us, leading my dick inside of her.

I thrust, and fuck;it feels good. I lean against the wall. I thrust again, and we both cry out with the snap of thunder. I shove myself deeper; I push against her as far as I can. My hand grips her chin, and I want to watch her as she falls apart.

My fingers tease her clit. I let them hit a rhythm of Morse Code. Soon she is trembling and scratching at my back; yes, I chant her on. Yes, Phoebe gives me more. I need more.

Hips against hips, we are slapping into one another as the heavens echo a storm, quoting orgasms. I can’t bear it any longer, and I squint my eyes as I rush over the cliff after her.

“I want to be wherever you are. High in the desert, crying in Colorado. Phoebe, run away with me. Let’s never look back.” Her body is whimpering; she contorts as another quake between her legs brings out her animalistic side.

“Fuck you!” Phoebe shouts it at the heavens, condemning them for making hell so fucking passionate and filled with pleasure.

“Promise me you will spend every night.” I pump into her again and again.

This night, we were showered by the rainstorm and cleansed by the shouting of thunder. We both felt the lightning between us.

I wake up before Phoebe does. She is in my arms, and nothing has ever felt righter. I pick up my dirty clothes, throw them on, and head out to change before coming back.

When I get to the hotel, I see Thomas and Connors are eating breakfast.

“Well, look who it is? Walk of shame, you dirty ho!” Thomas laughs about my appearance.

“What, like you’ve never hooked up with an ex-girlfriend before?” I sit down with them, snagging a piece of fruit from Connors's plate.

“Um, no, I’ve got crazy ex-girlfriends. They would probably sprinkle itch powder on my balls or cut off my wiener.” He stabs his food and puts it in his mouth.

“Dude, nobody wants to hear about your wiener.” Connors smacks him on the side of the head.

“So, what, are you guys like back together?” Thomas says between bites.

“Together? Oh no, we were just having some fun.” I don’t know what to expect; I don’t know where we go. I think she is having a hard time trusting me again. “Nothing serious; we’re friends.”

“Speaking of friends.” Connors nods to Phoebe.

“Hey, I just came to shower and change. Do you want to order breakfast?”

“No, thank you. I actually have to go.” I see her pack is full, and I wonder if she thinks last night was a mistake; it wasn’t.

“Aren’t we supposed to go see Skull Island today?” I stand up and try to figure out her face. But she won’t look at me.

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