He didn’t know why he was thinking of her. It wasn’t on purpose. It wasn’t even a full-fledged thought at first.
It was just an image, sweat rolling down the back of her knees, her skin shining in the sun.
Everything went quiet. He closed his eyes to see it better, those beads of sweat running down her calf.
He tried to remember the color of her
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