"You know, Antoine, I feel like I could stay here forever—if I could swim." I declared, sighing and placing my chin in between my hands.
Antoine smiled down at me. It was the day of New Year's Eve and we'd decided to go to the beach, along with Marco and Robert.
"Swimming is not the only thing people do at the beach." Antoine rolled onto his back and stared up at the sky. "You can tan, like me."
I grinned. "What do you think I've been doing this whole time? Look at me."
"Oh, I've been looking. In fact," Antoine sat up. "This is the perfect opportunity for a photo."
"Do you ever post photos of yourself on Instagram anymore?"
Antoine shrugged and stood up, "Why would I post photos of myself when I can just post photos of you? Everyone already knows what I look like."
"Thanks to you, everyone knows what I look like, too."
Antoine shrugged. "What can I say? I'm a showoff."
As he moved over to where Robert and Marco sat, behind us, I smiled at his camera and spoke—"Just make sure you don't get me from the waist down, yeah? And focus on the water, because I'm not wearing makeup today and I look a hot mess."
Antoine grinned. "Sure thing, Elliott."
"Did you take it?"
"Uh-huh."
I quickly went on Antoine's account and screamed out loud, for the Frenchman had violated practically every request of mine.
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@antogriezmann: merry christmas and i hope your view is as nice as mine ;)
"Antoine, I hate you!" I tossed my phone at him and listened as he howled from laughter. I let out a grown of annoyance and thrusted my entire body onto his, listening to him laugh more as I hissed. "And Christmas was a week ago!"
"Oh, did you say don't get a photo from the waist down? I thought you said do—"
"You cheeky bastard." I clutched his shoulders and pinned his body to the sand, listening to him gasp.
"Jesus, Elliott, how strong does playing the piano make your arms? I can't move!"
I smiled; this had to be why he always insisted upon being on top whenever we had sex. Allowing my softer side to get the best of me, I spoke. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"
