My First Forbidden Touch on the Sfélios Rooftop
The rooftop air hit like a Meltemi gust, salty from the Aegean below. I dumped the wet laundry basket, heart pounding from the climb, skin sticky under my short floral dress. No panties— I’d ditched them to tease Nikos, but he’d blown me off for the damn football final. Fifteen years married, and here I…