There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I sigh, taking off my sunglasses when night starts approaching. The girls and I spent the late afternoon on the sand, occasionally going in the water because Amaiah insisted on taking pictures. She got this elderly lady to get ones of all three of us, and it was the sweetest interaction.
There's a breeze that bites at my bare skin, and I squint across the beach to see the parties already beginning to start. I don't wear my contacts when I'm near the ocean, because they dry out really quick if I get salt water in them. And my prescription glasses are somewhere in my bag, and I just haven't had the motivation to find them.
And I think they make me look weird.
I unclip my hair out of its half-up half-down state, shaking it out.
"I love how long your hair is, Retta," Rika compliments, still laying on her back in the sand. I had to lay on a towel, because sand seems to stick to my body forever.
"Thank you," I smile at her, "I love yours, especially the color."
She grins, running her hands through her curly purple hair, "Thanks."
"Do you want to go ahead and go over there?" Amaiah asks us, pointing toward where the music is coming from.
"Sure, I told the guys to meet us here at nine, and it's been ten minutes. Sounds like it's their problem," Rika shrugs, grabbing her bag. She dusts her back off, somehow ridding herself of all sand.
I giggle at her words, liking how quick she is to do what she wants.
However, I'm still a little iffy about the situation that she told me about. Eros let me know what really happened, and it seems like Rika just wants to find a reason to dislike Eros. But to be honest, she didn't have anything to do with it, so I don't know why she's still mad about it.
But I don't know, and I'm not going to base my feelings about her on just that one conversation.
"God, I need a fucking drink," Rika exclaims, leading us toward the crowd of teenagers and college students enjoying a night on the shore.
I leave our stuff on the chairs we rented for the days we were here, hoping that it would still be here when we came back. My feet are sandy, and I wiggle my toes to sink further down. Amaiah glances down at my feet, raising a brow before laughing at me.
We head over to the bonfire, getting a few looks from desperate guys.
"Are you guys from here?" A drunk girl asks us, dragging us toward the group near the speakers.
"We live out more East," Amaiah tells her, and she gasps.
"Same!" She squeals, already starting to dance. I tell her I think her bikini is cute, and she loses her shit, getting me to dance with her.
I don't realize how long we spend with her and her friends until Rika's pulling us toward the bar.
"Drinks, ladies?" The brunette guy behind the tiki bar asks, his hands busy with fixing up some fruity alcohol.
