Beach Date (pt 2)

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We both sit on the sand where the water just barely touches our feet with each wave.
"What are you thinking about?" He asks as another wave of cold water rushes across our feet.
I shrug, "nothing, really. At least not consciously."
"It's going to be weird, going to a dance together, isn't it?"
"I don't think so. It can't be any weirder than actually dating each other, and that's not really weird."
"True," he nods in agreement. "I've never been to a dance before," he smiles sheepishly.
"Me either," I admit. "Seems fitting, doesn't it?" I smile at him. We're each other's first friend, first kiss, first fake boyfriend/girlfriend, first real boyfriend/girlfriend, first date, why not be each other's first dance date?
"It does," he smiles back.
My phone buzzes with a text and I look at it:

Mom
Hey sweetie. Dad and I are going to be working late tonight and probably won't get back before you go to bed, so get whatever you want for dinner and I'll pay you back <3 love you

Me
Okay, love you too

"What's going on?" Chase asks as I put my phone down.
"My parents are working late tonight and won't get back before I go to bed," I shrug.
His eyes light up, "really?"
"Yeah," I nod, not quite catching on to his excitement.
"That means, I get to spend the night and do this," he kisses me sweetly, caressing the side of my face.
I smile against his lips and run my fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. He leans closer to me, pushing me down further onto the sand until he's straddling my hips.
He pulls my face closer to his and brushes my hair back with his other hand, deepening the kiss.
I pull away slightly.
"Chase, we're in public," I remind him.
His hot breaths fan my face as he tries to catch his breath, "and?"
"We shouldn't do this here," I whisper.
"You're right," he sighs defeatedly, "you ready to go then?" He smiles cheekily.
"But I want strawberry ice cream," I pout.
"Yeah, it's not the beach if we don't have strawberry ice cream," he nods. "I'll be right back." He leaves to go get our ice cream from the concession stand.

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