The whole house smelt of beach and summer and memories, but not salty and cold, more sandy and warm. It was impossible to get rid of all the sand, no matter how hard you tried... Sand was brought in after daily swims and night walks, hidden in all the nooks and corners, nestled in the folds of their clothes...

At night, sometimes the heat made it impossible to sleep, and she entertained herself with him. A blindfold covering his eyes, she filled a bowl with ice cubes and let them roam his body, ever exploring... Melting one by one, she slid them down the valley of his back and slalomed to his stomach, around his bellybutton and up his chest, caressing the collarbones before coming to rest on the nape of his neck. She placed one on her tongue and they kissed, the ice between them melting.

They were long sleepless nights, but spent in good company. Today she would have given anything to go back to those days...