The hot water hit her and she closed her eyes, splashing her face, rubbing away the salt from her sweat. She reached for her shower gel and squeezed t...e bottle, rubbing the silky liquid between her fingers, the fresh smell of strawberries overtaking the smell of chlorine of the changing rooms. She rubbed it across her body, using her index finger and thumb to massage her shoulder, closing her eyes. The heavy falling of the water around her ears meant that she didn’t hear the shower door open. I get down in room sniffed some stuff and got back to home. I was too tired and went to sleep when I woke up in the morning and saw my phone there were 5 missed calls and 25 sms of AlinaMe: I am totally a mess.I wished her morning actually it was noon and apologized for not replying last night. Then I went to washroom got fresh came back and there where reply “it’s okay and I don’t think its morning” so our conversation start and she asked me of coffee on Saturday night and I said okay and told. "Oh it doesn't matter who I am, it matters who you are! Or rather, what you are!" came the cheerful tone again before adding "Notice anything different, dear?"What the hell was all of this about? It was the middle of summer vacation, your parents were away on holiday, and you had the full intention of enjoying yourself on these lazy days without some cryptic riddler calling you first thing in the morning. "Alright, listen here, I don't know what this is about-" you started to say testily as you. I couldn't go on previous trips because of my overpowering, controlling, and insane ex. Never making that mistake again. We crossed the sands toward the beach as we passed by a fountain. Someone blared songs of Santana through an old school boombox next to what seemed like 50 other people by a blazing bonfire. But no fire could match the heat between my legs as I thought about Bria. I found myself searching for her through the large crowds of people. She couldn't have gotten that far. Gina.