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Zoey is naked and splashing in the water by the time I hit the shoreline. Her laughter echoes into the starry sky like a song I crave to play over on a loop.
I pull off my shirt slowly, kick off my shoes, take my time stripping myself clean while she lets a catcall rip from her throat. I wade in nice and slow, encapsulating her in my arms, sinking us both in the water with my lips pressed over hers.
Zoey and I glide through the lake as if we own it. Under the moon and the twinkling stars we wash one another in affection, making it last, making it beautiful in the nexus of Loveless.
It feels right.
It feels like we’ve arrived at our forever.
And we have.
We’re home.
