Mérida, 2023
MÉRIDA MORNINGS
She was already swimming when he woke up.
Their dog had claimed her spot in bed. Sprawled over the crumpled sheets and comfortably asleep, its paw touched his calf ever so lightly.
He marveled at the effortlessness and confidence with which she moved through the water. Even the slightest of gestures seemed to propel her lithe body. Every stroke triggered a bow wave on her forehead. Water resistance didn't seem to have any effect on her. She was on top of it.
It made him jealous.
He'd never been much of a swimmer. His legs always dragged him down. As sturdy as it was, his frame simply couldn't produce propulsion.
So he made coffee instead.
The black, low-cut bathing suit clung to her body when she got out of the pool. Water was dripping from her thighs when she reached for the cup. Tiny puddles reflected the pink of her toenails.
She was just as fascinating as she had been when they first met. Her allure still struck him in the midriff.
Mercilessly.
Hacienda Temozón, Temozón