“It’s beautiful,” I said. Didn’t know what else to say.
The wind rattled the corrugated iron roof, and, in the semi-darkness, an enormous model yacht.
“It belonged to my Grandfather,” she said.
The sun shone in from a tiny hole in the wall. I pulled up my top, and the spot of sunlight glowed on my tummy.
We did it on the ground, beside the boat. We were only sixteen, half-naked, pale little bodies, all stretched out on the stone floor.
Afterwards, we kissed, not really knowing why.
But I tasted myself on your lips. That was the first time.
