Something cold and wet dripped on my leg. Startled, I opened my eyes, unaware I’d fallen asleep. A figure loomed over me, and the rain sounded louder, closer, and penetrating.
Garbi’s saturated soccer uniform clung to every inch of his body. Dark, wet tendrils of hair clung to his face, and rain dripped from the ends onto my bare skin.
Everything dripped.
“You,” he said and kissed me.
We stopped kissing long enough for him to shed the soccer jersey. It made sucking sounds as he pried it from his skin. I helped when his head got stuck, trying not to pull any of his hair.
Garbi tossed the garment on the ground and shook his head so water splattered me. “Sorry,” he said, seeing me wiping my face.
I grabbed the half-full pitcher resting by the rocking chair. “Have some.”
He drank withou
