I tried not to look at her, but I couldn’t stop myself. She was wet and naked and beautiful, and the only pure thing I’d ever had. And, of course, I messed her all up. “Why are you smiling?” I asked, noticing the curl to her lips. “Shouldn’t I be smiling?” Yeah, okay. “This feels like the time I sat in a fountain once,” she told me. “The water spilled around us, shielding us. Hiding us. It was like a world within a world. One of my worst memories but also one of my best.” I smoothed my wet hair over my head over and over again, that day like yesterday in my memory. If only she knew the boy she
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