Ada and I fell into a routine over the next week. I spent the day on the water giving surf lessons and the night buried between her luscious thighs.
She never stayed the night. She brought dinner a few times, and dessert once, but usually she showed up after dark, had a few o****m, blew me away with s*x, and left.
I told myself it worked for me.
It didn’t.
Every time I watched her leave, it gutted me. I wanted to ask her to stay, but she made it clear she wasn’t interested in more than a quick f**k.
It was my own fault, but it sucked. I was the one who pushed for a s*x only relationship. I thought it would make it easier. That maybe I’d get her out of my system. Wow, was I stupid.
I caught up to Sawyer one afternoon. It had been far too long since I looked at the pictures I saved fro
