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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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Weston's wet hair feels soft and smooth as my fingers dips in it, running through it. He's in-between my thighs— and no, he's not eating me out like I so desperately want him to, sadly.
Weston isresting his head on my abdomen, while we lay on the beach sand. Brooke is besides us, resting on the beach mat we carried along with us.
"I know someone who loved painting too." Weston breaks our comfortable silence after a while. Our attention is fixed on the setting sun ahead of us.
"Who is she?" I mentally face-palm myself. I couldn't even stop the jealous tone that laced in my voice.
His chest vibrates slightly as he chuckles. "How'd you know the person is a girl?" Weston looks up at me with an arched brow and a grin present on his lips.
"I don't know. Assumptions perhaps." I shrug, trying to play it cool. I'm pretty sure he knows I'm jealous though.
"It's a guy." He states and looks ahead of him. I don't know why that gave me so much relief.
"Where is he?" I ask. Weston keeps silent for some moments, like he's thinking strongly on something.
"Not here anymore." My eyes widen. "He's dead?" The sound of Weston's laughter erupts.
"No. But he's just...." He looks like he's struggling a bit with letting the words out.
"It's okay." I plant a kiss on his forehead. He doesn't need to talk about it if it would only hurt him.
Weston mindlessly or maybe purposely starts giving my thigh soft squeezes with his hand. While he trails his other hand up and down my legs. It would be improper not to be turned on right now.
"Stop doing that Skylar." He warns, causing my brows to pinch together.
"Stop doing what?" I have no idea of what he's talking about.
"Stop making those little sinful sounds." Weston lets out, tightening his grip on my thigh, making me chuckle.
Okay maybe I do know what he's talking about. I intentionally started making little, almost quiet moans just to tease him.
"I have no clue what that means." He completely raises himself up from me, looking back at my pretend innocent face.
"If anything, you should be the one to stop your little devilish actions on my thighs." I throw back at him.
I do a mindless thing by crossing my arms under my boobs, which drags Weston's eyes to my breast and fortunately, my bikini top doesn't help to cover in any way.
"I swear Skylar." Weston really looks like he's holding himself back from devouring me and it's so much fun for me to watch.
I get on my knee and inch closer to him. "I know I know." I put my arms around his neck and climb on top him to straddle him.
