pyromaniac ; Ethan Torchio

at the pool

-a few productive studio days later-

My whole body starts heating up and I slowly feel the sweat coming out of my pores as the sensation between my legs brings me to a climax. I can't help it but uncontrolled moans leave my mouth. Then a hand covers it as if no one was allowed to hear it.
"Shh..." a deep and quiet voice shushes me.

I open my eyes to see which man I am fantasizing about but I find myself in mine and Victoria's low-lighted room. My body feels cold from the sweat that must have developed during my dream. I hesitate for a moment, look over to Victoria to see that she is fast asleep and then my hand glides into my underwear to find out that I am wet.

I bite my lip and quickly pull my hand out of my pants. Haven't had one of those in a long time. After taking a few breaths and becoming fully aware of the fact that I am awake now, I sit up and look over to the window. I can see that the sun will soon come up and decide to stay awake and maybe have a productive start into the day.

A look on my phone shows that it's shortly before six and that I have 2 voice messages from Luna. She was probably out last night and has some gossip now.

I put my phone back on the night stand and get up quietly to make sure I won't wake Vic. I get a pair of basketball shorts and a red crop top out of the closet and then grab my yoga mat. I slip into my flip flops and get out of our room. After washing my face, brushing my teeth and changing into the clothes I picked out , I head downstairs.

I flinch as I get torn out of my thoughts when I see that someone is already in the kitchen.
It's Ethan. His long hair is tied into one long braid hanging down his back. He wears nothing but boxer shorts and a tang top. He doesn't turn around as he makes his coffee, probably didn't hear me coming downstairs.

"Morning!" I draw attention to myself and it seems to have startled him, although it was a very quiet greeting.

"Jeez" his shoulders shrug together and the hot cup of espresso, he just took out of the coffee machine, almost slips out of his hand and spills coffee all over the floor.

"Sorry... didn't mean to startle you." my raspy morning voice apologises.

"Damn Sofia." he turns around to face me.

His face looks much softer and more vulnerable without the smudged eyeliner, almost as if he was someone else. I let my gaze wander down his body. As I reach the crotch, I realize that I shouldn't be looking there and look back up at his face. For barely two seconds I see his gaze resting on my breast under the top I am wearing before he also looks back up.

"You're up early, nightmare?" Ethan asks.

"Something like that."

Or quite the opposite I think to myself.

He cleans up the mess the small cup of espresso has caused as I take a little bottle of water out of the fridge and slowly move across the kitchen to the door of the terrace.

"Coffee?" Ethan offers as he attempts to make his espresso for the second time.

"Thanks but not yet. I'm outside now." I answer and go through the door, outside.

I place down my mat beside the pool. Even though my body feels a heavy need for nicotine, I stay strong and make fifteen minutes of exercises before heading back inside to roll a cigarette for myself.

Today is our last full day and tomorrow we have to drive home again and get ready for the Europe trip. Because it's the last day and the other days we have been working so hard, our manager allows us to leave at 2pm already. The rest of the day we play ping pong, cook a good meal after which I had to take a nap on a beach chair by the pool and just chill for a second after the exhaustion of the past days. Today I don't even think about picking up my guitar.