Beach waves crash over the surface of the cove, eroding the black rocks on the coast. I shiver as several of the water droplets land on my bare skin that is just beginning to dry.
Jameson shifts, a groan surfacing from his vicious mouth. I huddle closer to him, trying to regain the heat I just lost. We lay on a fluffy beach towel, his strong arms around my waist. Jameson's skin is like velvet, warm and comforting. I close my eyes again, letting out a sigh of happiness.
"Should we go?" Jameson mumbles, nuzzling my neck. His voice sounds slurred and fatigued.
"No," I reply softly, "Let's rest for a while." Jameson seems to like that idea, and he snuggles up close to me, his hands tightening around me.
Before I know, we've both fallen asleep, our breaths mingled and twisted together.
We get home just before seven o'clock, Nash waiting at the door, arms crossed.
"Where'd you two go?" Nash follows us inside the estate, one of his brown eyebrows raised. He shuts the door behind him, waiting for an answer.
"The beach," I respond, climbing the stairs to my room. Jameson branches off, going one more staircase up, to his room, which I've never entered, by the way.
Nash follows me, until he stalks off in the direction of Libby's room. Libby just returned from a trip back to our hometown this morning, and Nash hasn't seen her since.
I drop my damp towel in the laundry bin that is bursting with dirty clothes, and retire to the bathroom, switching on the humungous shower in there. Millions of little grains of sand are washed off my body, gone forever down the drain.
For some reason, that makes me very sad.
