Thwaites & Thompson

Shivers

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Thompson

"I wonder how a guy like him runs solo..."
"How is he single and how are you not hitting on him right now!" Madonna pinches me and I wince, slapping her hand away.

"What the hell!" It came out breathy.
Blame Adam for taking my breath away...
I rubbed at the assaulted spot and stared ahead.

I saw him shirtless once, a couple of days ago, but to see his toned body in only black billboard swim shorts, hanging so low down the hip...
His skin was glimmering under the sunlight...

Tanned, tough, toned, and vascular too...

When I decide to finally give him a thought, adding up his characteristics; his silk-soft hazel long hair, his beard, his deep hoarse tone, and now that killer body... He was just too much of a man that his genetic formation turns me on...

"Too bad you're not going in..." Madonna speaks while shuffling out of her sundress, exposing her killer olive bikini pieces.

"But I told you-you won't bleed as long as you're in the water. I tried it! Trust me..." She throws that in again and I grunt.

"I'll come in with you guys tomorrow..."
"Now go." I wave for her to go on.

She shrugs before she turns around and I gawk at her body-booty-whatever...

"How is it-"
"So round..." I whispered to myself and then I tore my gaze and slumped down on my chaise lounge.

It's a good thing I decided against wearing hot shorts, I didn't have an ass to fill it. Thank god I have like a dozen of sundresses...

I sunk down in my place, slipped on my shades, and opened the first page of my new book; Veronica decides to die by Paulo Coelho.

By the time I reached page thirty eight, I was too eager to know what was going to happen next that I haven't noticed a wet pair of legs approaching my chaise lounge.
Until the book was snatched away from me, by no one other than Adam. I knew those sexy legs were his!

"Why aren't you in the water?" He shuts the book and although I should be lecturing him about closing a book without placing in a bookmark, the words dried out and my jaw hanged a little.

He was all dripping wet, the water droplets invaded his body like chickenpox...
I envied every last one of them.

"I'm on my period." The words escape my mouth too soon.

My eyes widened a little and I bit my lower lip before I looked away.

"Ookay..." He chuckled.

He sat down on a nearby chair and opened a bottle of beer with his bare palm, flicking the cap off.

He pushes his wet hair back with his fingers and then he takes a sip from the beer and I watch his throat's movements...
He was staring ahead with his side to me.

The sun reflected a beautiful color on him...

I sighed and hopelessly retrieved my book, opening it to page thirty eight.
God please let this day end...

At nightfall, everyone was dead tired, especially after having the heaviest and heftiest meals from Hardees Charbroiled burgers.
I leave our cabin by the beach and walk to where Adam was seated in a hut-designed-couch, or a tiny version of a beach bed.

I cough in account for my presence but instead, I startle him and when I chuckle taking a step closer, I notice that all his spliff's content was now taken away by the wind.

"Oh crap..." I bit down hard on my lower lip.

He slowly turned his head towards me and I gulped when I noticed his deadly glare.