The Honeymoon
“Time for a fresh layer of sunscreen, babe,” Anna said. “Come on, I’m offering my services.” Roz opened her eyes to slits and was blinded by the reflection of the midday sun on the ocean. Everything around her was blue, except for the waves when they crashed to shore with white frothy heads, loud and wild. She turned sideways to look at her wife whose skin was always the colour of lightly milked coffee. Grains of sand dotted Anna’s long legs and Roz felt them drizzle on the back of her thighs as she straddled her from behind.
“This place is paradise,” Roz said and let her forehead fall back onto the deck chair. The lotion was cool on her hot skin and the touch of Anna’s fingers sent a small shiver up her spine. They’d arrived three days ago and had divided their time betwee
