Newt's POV
My heart melted as I sat there beside Thomas. His arms still around my waist.
I adjusted myself until I was laying on his laps, my ears pressed against his toned abs, and my eyes facing the most stunning person alive. He slid his fingers around mine and looked into the ocean.
The water crashed onto the shore, emitting waves running up the beach, soaking our clothes.
The music of the ocean's voice, and the songs of the nearby robin's, the rhythmic crash of the waves. Listening to nature's choir. Watching the sun slowly rise up into the sky, the gorgeous gradients stretching throughout the landscape.
"It's beautiful isn't it"
Thomas whispered to me.
"Yea... it feels like a dream."
I giggled as Thomas lifted my hand and started placing trails of small kisses all over my arm.
The soft feeling of his lips against my skin, tiny tingles of electricity running back towards my heart.
I felt like floating, I never knew how long I subconsciously yearn for this, for his touch.
"You're beautiful Newt"
Hearing those words leave his lips, my heart started jumping up and down like a giddy little kid. I whispered back.
"So are you"
I sat up straight and started mimicking what Thomas had done for me, placing a trail of kisses down his neck.
Little moans escaped from his lips, as he threw his head back.
He pulled me against his bare chest, embracing me into a hug.
I closed my eyes, feeling him press against me, and his breath touching my neck, bringing pleasurable shivers up my spine.
We sat there for a while, legs entwined together, arms caressing each other.
I truly did get lucky.

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