LEILA
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The scent of sunscreen clung to my clothes, a tangible reminder of the beach and the sun and the much-needed escape we had taken.
I was back at my place, the vacation with Sophia finally over, and although I had tried enjoying myself, diving into the distraction of travel and friendship, it was nice, real beautiful, the scenery, the relaxation, the time spent away from the city and its complications, we got to work and eat so much and talk and watch movies and visited places, soaking up the local culture, did crazy stuff, went to the club, dancing until our feet ached, got drunk, laughing until the early hours of the morning, and so much more, lots of activity designed to push everything else from my mind.
And now I’m here and I was ready to face him again.
I moved from un
