Lewis

I traveled halfway around the world in search of a moment of escape after failing to find another, a proxy-it was always her.

I wipe my hand in two circles, removing the steam from the glass shower door, revealing Ryan-wearing my t-shirt-washing her face. I slip my arm through the door, tugging her into the spray.

“Lewis!” she squeals. “What are…”

My mouth upon hers silences all questions and any protests. Quickly, she opens to me, melts into me, and ...