There is no sex in this story. This was written for one person.

I never forgot us.

I remember the smell. That scent. The one that brings back the lingering memories of our time together. The smell of your cologne mixed with a mixture of salt from sweat and the ocean. The mint on your breath with the sharp bite of alcohol. Burning wood and the faint whiff of the food vendors wafting from the boardwalk.

Tasting your skin, that tangy, bitter, salty mix, was amazing. Your tongue tasted of teen lust. The taste of your lips made me dream of forever.

I miss the feel. The feel of your hands in my hair. The touch of your lips on my lips…on my skin. Your arms holding me tight with a strength that felt more internal than external. It may have been all in my mind but it really felt like you loved me from the beginning. The heat and slight tickle of your breath on my neck as you whisper childish fantasies of forever in my ear.

I see your hand in mine as we walk in light of the boardwalk with the sand between our toes. I see the stars glinting in the sky and the dark waves crashing onto to sand in a spray of white. I see your smile. The smile that lights up my world. Those eyes, that could see into my soul, with a mischievous glint.

The way my heart skipped a beat when I saw you.