Nova
I stood in the shower, the warm water cascading over my naked body, my mind drifting back to Dominic’s hands on me.
We had started the swim lesson with floating like we had done every day. Slowly, I had graduated to kicking, though I was still in the shallow end, and my arms were wrapped around a pool noodle. Dominic said it was important to get the kicking down before adding arm strokes.
I had bitten my tongue to keep from making an inappropriate joke about stroking.
The best part about learning to kick though was Dominic’s hands on my stomach. Sometimes they accidentally drifted a little high up when he overestimated how fast I would go.
Sometimes they drifted a little low when he couldn’t keep up.
Every second had me in suspense.
I was at the end of my shower, and the t
