The sun warms me on the outside, but not on the inside.
A tiny bit of cool water brushes the bottoms of my feet.
I pull them away, quickly.
Loud music blares through my head from my earbuds.
The noise of people is muffled around me.
A small child jumps over my legs.
Her parents scold her and grab her wrist.
I close my eyes, and roll on my side.
Kaydance groans.
I open my eyes slightly.
"I want to surf, Charlotte. Come with me."
She stands up, and motions for me to follow.
I shake my head.
"No thanks."
She frowns and trudges to a blonde boy with a board.
Even thousands of miles away, Kaydance still manages to flirt with anyone and everyone.
The sun is suddenly blocked as my lovely husband towers over me.
He stares down at me for a moment.
I pretend to be sleeping.
He smirks and lowers down to lay next to me.
I hide a tiny smirk.
He runs his fingers through my hair.
"You're hair is really pretty when it's sandy."
I snort.
Darren laughs.
"I knew you were awake."
I roll over to face him.
"What do you want, Nerd?"
He shrugs.
I scoot over to the far end of my towel, and pat an area for him to lay with me.
He scans my face.
"What?"
He doesn't answer.
I cock my head to the side.
"D?"
I snap my fingers in his face.
He flinches backwards.
"Sorry."
He smirks.
"Got lost in your eyes."
The blushing in my face matches the color of my towel.
"Shut up!"
I push his arm.
He chuckles.
A comfortable silence surrounds us.
He looks back into my slightly lighter eyes.
He leans in and kisses me.
"Ewwwwww!"
Kaydance groans.
"Get a room!"
We pull away and chuckle.
I snuggle into him.
He runs his hand through my hair again.
It's not surprising when we both fall asleep.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
