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Hey! I'm the writer of this story, and I'd really appreciate your help in order to improve at this: if there's some language mistakes (I'm not a native English speaker), some parts of the text that don't really flow well, anything at all, I'd really like to know it in the comments; thanks for taking you time to read this story, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
cayde7
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The scent of that day
The softness of his skin was unforgettable, light and soft as the summer breeze, it gives you a shiver while leaving behind a very pleasant sensation; the sweetness of his reassurance, squeezing me in a strong possessive embrace, making me feel the strength of his muscles in my flesh, but never harming; it made you feel safe with a single touch, it read you like an open book with just a look, gaining your unconditional trust, letting you lose yourself in that reflection of the ocean, a window open to its spirit. Now I missed him, every part of my body was begging to be able to touch his body again, to still have physical contact, protection, to still be able to swim in his soul, to be warmed by his embrace: I'm absolutely crazy about him, I need to drug myself with his presence, his affection; I could probably have resisted tonight, but I would have to hold on and distract myself with some activity that didn't remind me of Liam. Easy, right?
While I was getting up from the hammock to go back to mowing the lawn, I smelled the scent of a flower - I didn't recognize it however, having never looked it up - which immediately reminded me of the cool evening of my first intimate moment with Liam. Like a thunderbolt, that memory struck me so vigorously that it blocked me completely, throwing me back just a single day... The sun was high in the sky, the heat was really unbearable: this certainly didn't help the situation, given my ever growing anxiety, waiting for his arrival; since the first time I saw him, I fell in love with him knowing that I'd been spellbound by his body, his nonchalance, that always present half smile that put you at ease and at the same time would put on you a feeling of warmth from the depths of your body that would warm your soul. Knowing at that moment that he was going to come to my house, knowing that probably, while in the pool, I wouldn't be able to hide my spontaneous response to his charm, to the lines of his perfectly defined and balanced body and, above all, being aware of having proposed myself that we'd meet - a quiet afternoon in the water, to escape from the heat for a while, relax a bit and enjoy his afternoon break from the university - made me feel so restless and tense I felt like I had to take off my shirt in the house to avoid drowning in cold sweats.
What if he arrives five minutes earlier? What if he sees me through the window shirtless? What would he think of me? No, I couldn't possibly let him find myself that way, I had to resist the heat, not think about what would happen and hope that, in the pool, he wouldn't notice the reaction of my body to his build. What if he ultimately decided not to come? I immediately remembered not even giving him my phone number when I met him outside the university, how stupid of me... At that very moment, hearing the bell, I jumped and almost fell to the ground because of a misplaced chair, rushing to open the door: I gasped, stopping probably for several minutes, to admire his perfectly ruffled hair, that golden blond color, filled with brown veins and some, more rare, black ones; the reflection of the sun made them even more enchanting, highlighting every single fascinating nuance. His face, solar and luminous like never before, was crossed by a cheek-to-cheek smile that showed all his teeth, clearly happy to see me again; he was dressed in a light blue shirt with a palm trees weave - very summery and casual - that swayed slightly on some khaki shorts, that matched exceptionally well to his shirt. The shorts didn't leave much to the imagination, allowing me to clearly see a prominent relief below; after studying him for long minutes, he took on a slightly puzzled face, clearing his throat:
"Uhm... Hello! I'm early, aren't I? Excuse me for not warning you, I'm truly - "
"No, no, do not worry, I've been waiting for you! I mean no, yes, I was ready for when you'd arrive, I was just tidying up a few things around the living room ... Come, come in Liam! "
After entering the cool room, sheltered by the scorching sun, I asked him if he wanted to put his backpack - presumably with a towel and his swimming trunks - on a chair near the pool, to which he replied
"Certainly, thank you! I see you really have a nice living room; and I'm not saying it just because you saved me from the heat that's outside..."
We both burst into laughter as we both walked to the porch overlooking the lawn and, further on, to the pool;
"Would you like something fresh? A fruit juice, a lemonade, or even a drink maybe."
I proposed with a grin on my face. He caught my offer on the fly, smiling as usual.
"Thank you, a lemonade would do just fine, as long as we can then get rid of these clothes and jump in the water as soon as possible... "
I stood for a moment confused by the direct and unusual way with which he suggested me to dive into the pool, but I decided not to show too distressed and excited about the bath - in actuality, I was sure I was visibly jolted at his answer and I was quite sure I felt a pressure growing between my legs. I quickly went to get two glasses and filled them with fresh lemonade, before turning around and seeing him turned on his back, under the porch, getting rid of his shirt, showing his powerful shoulders, which, with a smooth and effortless movement, exposed his muscular and defined back; I almost dropped the glasses on the ground. I asked, raising the tone slightly to make myself heard, even if the voice cracked for a moment
"Um, you could also get changed in the bathroom, if you prefer."
