Smiling, Alex dipped his hand into the sea water that continued to touch his feet. The small waves broke his reverie from the crazy fantasies about Arabelle, about the sensual touches that made her drunk. For such a slender body, Arabelle was strong enough to receive, endure and respond to every touch Alex gave her.
In his fantasies he saw Arabelle beside him every time he woke up in the morning and smiled at him. It sounds simple, but it was very special for those who couldn't be together.
Alex looked to his right, and there was Arabelle playing chase with the waves. She was laughing out loud at something so small. It would have been easy to make her happy but Alex made her sad more often.
"Ramond!" Arabelle ran towards her sword trainer. Then, she pulled him to the shore.
Ramond look
