Before I Forget

Beautiful, Special, Loved

Sky was wearing the pink bikini.

The same pink bikini she'd worn in Florence, that day by the pool. The same damn bikini that had driven Hawk mad with lust and made him almost fuck her senseless on that sunbed - and which had played a huge role in his fantasies ever since.

A fucking tease - that's what she is. No way is that outfit a coincidence.

Hawk let out a groan and rolled his eyes as he stopped the car in the line. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who wanted to get their car washed. There were a couple of cars before him, which meant he had to wait for a while - but it just gave him the perfect opportunity to check out his hot girlfriend. That bikini was just—

Hot. So fucking hot.

Another silent eye-roll. Jesus Christ, this is pathetic. But the truth was that any satisfaction Hawk had felt since the handjob some days ago was long gone, and he was so horny for Sky that it was almost ridiculous. And to see her standing there, laughing and smiling, her sun-kissed skin beautifully on display—

It was almost too much. She had paired the bikini top with cute, black denim shorts - though they didn't really cover that much, as they tightly hugged her every curve. Still, it was something. Had Sky been wearing the pathetic excuse of a bikini bottom that came with the top, Hawk would have burned to ashes.

"Hawk, check out Moon!" Assface exclaimed excitedly from the backseat. "Shiiit, she looks awesome."

Hawk glanced at Moon, who was surrounded by other cheerleaders as they washed the car in front of Hawk's. Assface was right - Moon looked very pretty in her rainbow-colored bikini top and denim shorts. Her hair was braided in a carefree, messy way and her smile was as wide and friendly as always, as she waved at them.

"Man, I wish they do our car too–" Assface stated, smiling like an idiot. Hawk resisted the urge to roll his eyes again.

Rickenberger, who was sitting in the passenger seat, let out a laugh and commented something about the hot cheerleaders and their asses, but Hawk wasn't really paying attention. No matter how pretty Moon or the other girls were, parading around in their tiny outfits, all tanned and curvy and gorgeous as they sprayed the cars and each other with water hoses, Hawk only had eyes for Sky.

Her figure was a perfect hourglass - tiny waist, beautifully rounded hips, strong legs, and perky, small boobs—

Hawk's throat went dry with wanting. He couldn't draw his eyes off Sky's chest. All too vividly he remembered how it felt to slide his hands under that bikini top, to feel the smooth curves of her tits, the hardening nipples under his palms.

Talking about hardening - if he didn't stop checking her out now, he'd have a huge problem in his pants.

"The babes here are fucking hot—" Rickenberger was saying and Hawk forced himself to pay attention and draw his eyes off Sky's boobs. "But what are we really doing here? We aren't gonna let Miyagi-Do and that traitor bitch use Miguel as their poster child, are we?"

That traitor bitch.

Hawk resisted the urge to grab Rickenberger's head and smash it against the dashboard.

"Don't talk about her like that."

Assface laughed from the back seat. "Dude, she's your ex. Get over it."

"Yeah, get a grip," Rickenberger snorted. "Look at all the other girls - just pick a babe and go for it."

Hawk rolled his eyes - again - but didn't reply. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, to keep himself from punching these idiots in their stupid faces.