NELLIE AND NAOMI
There was no sea, no lovers, no ship—only the two of them, and a room still carrying the traces of last night’s breath, now feeling tighter than before.
Clothes began to fall onto the bed—the bra first, flying briefly before settling, followed by the shorts, then Adel’s clothes. Heated breaths filled the room, and the sofa beneath them creaked and swayed.
Afterward, Naomi rose and stood naked by the cabin’s glass window, gazing at the sea—unafraid, stripped not only of her clothes but of fear itself. Adel stood and approached her quietly, step by step, equally bare, shedding with his clothes the thoughts that had haunted him about Nelly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and said softly:
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