What are you doing?
Looking.
At what?
Just some old photo albums I left at Mum's. She dropped them off this afternoon.
Oh, cute. Budge up—I want to see, too.
Wait! No way! Our pics from Cala Goloritze! I forgot we even took these. Oh, look at us! One year in, and our first trip away together as a couple.
Yeah. You were all over me. The only time you left my side was when we met—what was her name? Paulina? That beautiful girl on the beach who gave you her dress. Do you remember that? She was so much fun!
Of course, I remember. How could I forget? She was amazing. And she just gave it to me. For free! Ha! My Summer dress. My first dress. I wore it nonstop.
You looked so fucking hot in it.
Yeah?
Yeah. Had me so excited when you came back wearing it.
And you weren't a little surprised?
Surprised that you looked so fuckable in it? Of course not. You are so fuckable in all you wear...
You know what I mean...
Ha ha. I know what you mean. Was I surprised? No. Not really. The most surprising thing was you coming back in an entirely different outfit. And beaming ear to ear like you just got lucky. Ha! And then we fooled around... and you were so passionate, so gentle … and any surprise just … poof... gone.
Hmm... You fed me olives.
My hand around your waist.
Your tongue on my neck. In my ear.
Yeah... Fuck.
It felt perfect.
Perfect.
Hmm... I still have it, you know. For my femme days. And — as luck would have it — today is a femme day if you want to...
I'll get the olives.
I'll put on the dress.
Hey, Alexa, play Sheila. Bang Bang.
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