I remember walking in, taking a shot and taking off my clothes
I remember being the first one in the pool. I remember him asking if I was "just going to hang out in a wet bikini for the rest of the night" I remember telling him yes and him responding "I am more than okay with that."
I remember playing never have I ever and losing within the first five minutes I remember a group of boys chanting at me and Emily to "kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!"
I remember playing beer pong with ***** instead
I remember checking the time and not giving a **** about going home
I remember a baby-faced boy who'd never been kissed
I remember him asking me "Wanna makeout?" I remember saying yes, I remember following him to the tennis courts and taking off my bikini I remember getting on my knees, but let's say I don't remember what happened next
Kind of felt like a fever dream/ I also feel like if you're following me you should know that I've never published a poem about the same man twice.