Swept Away by Alexander's Endless Desire

As failures go, attempting to recall the past is like trying to grasp the meaning of existence. Both make one feel like a baby clutching at a basketball: one's palms keep sliding off.

Yet, it was on such a precipice that I found myself, standing on the weathered deck of a luxurious yacht, the warm breeze from the Indian Ocean caressing my skin as I gazed out at the endless expanse of turquoise water. Before me, Alexander stood, his chiseled physique a testament to his years as a professional sailor. His rugged jawline was accentuated by the faint stubble that dusted his cheeks, and his piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into my very soul.

As he expertly navigated the yacht through the crystal-clear waters, I couldn't help but be drawn to the confident air that surrounded him like a aura. It was then that I remembered the way he had taken me in his arms, his strong hands cradling my head as he devoured my lips with a ferocity that left me breathless. The memory of it sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my resolve begin to crumble.

I knew then that I would never be able to let go of the past, not when it was etched so vividly in my mind, like the intricate patterns on the wooden deck beneath my feet. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the water, Alexander turned to me, his eyes burning with a desire that I couldn't ignore. He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a spark of electricity through my body.

I knew then that I was doomed, trapped in a cycle of memories and desire that I couldn't escape. And yet, I wouldn't have had it any other way. For in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be: by Alexander's side, adrift in the vast expanse of the ocean, with nothing but the past and our desires to guide us.