She stepped towards him, closing the distance between them so swiftly and smoothly, he might have even wondered if it had ever existed.
"See the thing is," she said, "memories are like a swimming pool. You can just dive in and have a fantastic time splashing around. But when you come out,” she paused, placing her hand on his chest, “you're still wet."
She let her hand graze across his chest as she walked around him. She didn’t even turn to see if he followed her - she knew he would.
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