The Echo of Water on Skin

The city’s roar is still a dull hum in my ears, but here, under the veil of falling mist, it dissolves into nothingness. I can feel every drop claiming its territory on my skin—a cool baptism for a soul scorched by deadlines and neon lights.
Then there was you. You didn't say a word as we sat upon these jagged rocks, yet your presence felt like an anchor in the shifting tide. When our eyes met through the spray of water, time didn't just slow; it suspended itself entirely. I watched how your gaze lingered on my lips before drifting back to my eyes, heavy with an unspoken invitation that made my heart stutter against my ribs.
The warmth isn't coming from the sun or even the heated pools around us; it is radiating from the space between our shoulders. In this sanctuary of stone and steam, I am not a professional, a daughter, or a stranger—I am simply yours to discover. One breath away from leaning in, one heartbeat closer to letting you see exactly how much I’ve missed being touched by something real.

Editor: Monica