“Would you like to get a massage?” Luis asks as he sips on a hard drink at the side of the pool. “Before they close for the day?”
I lounge with him, sitting beside him while we talk about anything we come across. I sip on mine while gazing at him. If I would be asked, I don’t want to leave our room. I still want to kiss him even if there is already a swell on his lips. His neck is also full of my teeth marks, and even his shoulders are riddled with it. Thankfully, it’s dark and no one can see it clearly. And tomorrow, it will be hidden by his shirt.
“Okay, let’s go,” I agree.
I stand up, and he did as well. We take a towel each to combat the cold since we are only wearing our swimwear. He’s on speedo that hugs his muscular legs, while I wear boardshorts matched with strappy bralette bik
