Wrecking His Marriage (Short Story Collection)
Viv.
She’s standing at the edge of the shore, arms crossed, watching me with a small smile. She’s wearing an oversized hoodie and jean shorts, her legs smooth and endless under the moonlight. Her makeup’s gone, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail. She’s so gorgeous it hurts.
“How did you know I was here, Tesoro?” I ask, wading toward her.
She reaches out, ruffling my wet hair playfully. “I was in the kitchen when you left. Figured I’d come along.”