When we get about 4 meters from the wet sand, Ettore finally speaks. — How about here?
— Of course, although I would have liked to have brought my swimsuit if I had known we were coming to the beach. — I respond lightly, my nerves giving way to idiotic humor as I normally do. If you could roll your eyes at me right now, you would.
Sensing my lack of boldness and the increasing nervousness now that we are really alone, just him and me, Ettore jokes: — Who said anything about costumes? I am all for skinny dipping.
I freeze at the comment, eyes wide, and swallow loudly. Strangely enough, the idea of being naked with this gorgeous man disturbs me considerably, despite the fact that he had his hands on me.
Your perfection alongside my normality .
Ettore reaches out with his free hand and p
