TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS
She and I were lying side by side, stretched out on lounge chairs, wearing only our bikinis, when unexpectedly Adrian approached, coming from the direction of the house, looking like a mirage with his athletic and elegant build, inside the blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and gray dress pants.
“Marina, could you leave us alone for a moment?” he asked, his voice much calmer than the day before, his large body blocking my sun.
— Of course. — Cowardly as always, Marina got up and left the garden almost running.
Adrian sat sideways in her seat, facing me, while I lay there, motionless, my eyes half-closed against the sun, unable to keep every tiny part of my body from becoming
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