Maya
The water reflects my flushed face as I'm standing in the river. Finn is sleeping next to the fire. He seemed exhausted after the s*x and fell asleep like a little, content baby.
I smile at the image of his face passing by my mind and continue working my fingers through my hair. It's dirty and hanging down in thick threads filled with tufts.
I can't believe Finn said nothing about the smell and grimace as I gather nectar from a leaf. I'm lucky that I found fruits and flowers to use in making shampoo.
Based on the dirty water around me, Finn will love the new, refreshed Maya, and if I'm lucky, he will f**k me again before morning. I smile at that thought and dip my head underneath the surface.
When I come up for air, I hear giggles around me. A warning bell chimes in my head, and
