Her Swimmer

Do you remember?

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room, warming the space where Talia lay tangled in Alexia's arms. As she slowly drifted into consciousness, the first thing she felt was the heat of Alexia's body against her own, the soft rise and fall of her breath, and the unmistakable sensation of bare skin against bare skin. Talia blinked her eyes open, her mind still foggy, the weight of the night before heavy on her thoughts.

She shifted slightly, and that's when the realization hit her—both she and Alexia were naked. Her heart rate spiked, and confusion set in. Why are we naked? she thought, her mind racing. The memories from the night before felt blurred, disjointed. She remembered the beginning: how they had ended up at the same club, the drinks, introducing Marco to Mapi, and the fun atmosphere. But after that? It was a blank.

Talia groaned softly, frustration bubbling up inside her. The dread of not remembering their first time together gnawed at her. She had always imagined their first time as something different—something memorable, intimate, and clear. Instead, she was left with a gaping hole in her memory. She wanted to remember every second of it, every kiss, every touch. Instead, all she had were clues: their naked bodies entwined, the faint scent of alcohol on the sheets, and a deep, aching soreness in her muscles.

She turned her head to look at Alexia, her gaze tracing the contours of her body—how could she not? And that's when she saw them: faint red scratches on Alexia's back, and scattered hickeys trailing down her neck and across her collarbone. Talia's heart sank further. Those were unmistakable signs. They had definitely had sex.

Her groan this time was louder, the sound of it full of regret and frustration.

The noise stirred Alexia from her sleep, her arm instinctively tightening around Talia, pulling her closer. "Mmm... what's wrong?" Alexia mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, the warmth of her hand grazing over Talia's bare breast.

Suddenly, Alexia's eyes snapped open, the touch jolting her awake. She winced immediately as the sudden movement sent a sharp pain through her head—a nasty hangover reminding her of the excesses of the previous night. Her eyes squinted against the light, and her gaze dropped to the naked form beside her. She froze, her breath catching as she took in the sight of Talia's bare body nestled against hers, the bed sheets tangled at their feet.

"Dios mío..." Alexia whispered under her breath, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and realization.

Alexia's voice was soft and hesitant as she asked, "Did we...?"

Talia let out a slow breath, her gaze shifting to the scratches and hickeys on Alexia's skin. "It looks like it."

Alexia's brow furrowed. "You don't remember?"

Talia shook her head, the apology clear in her eyes. "Do you?"

Alexia sighed, the weight of uncertainty sitting heavily on her chest. "No," she admitted quietly, then added, "Sorry."

Talia frowned, confused. "What for?"

Alexia shifted slightly, her hand still resting on Talia's waist as she spoke. "You were drunk, and I... I had sex with you."

Talia's expression softened. "So were you. It's ok, I just... I thought we'd be able to remember our first time, you know?"

Alexia nodded, the disappointment in her own eyes reflecting Talia's. After a beat of silence, she hesitantly asked, "Do you... do you regret it?"

Talia's gaze met Alexia's, and though there was a flicker of regret in her eyes, it wasn't for the reason Alexia feared. "I regret that I don't remember," Talia said honestly. "But nothing else."