Judging By The Cover - Solangelo.

Chapter 10 - Sand.

Inicial Notes

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POV Nico.

"I'll take my chances." Will says, his eyes locked on mine.

My breath stuck in my throat for a second when I hear your sentence. Will's gaze is intense; it almost seems .... No, forget it. I'm definitely imagining things.

I look away and start to walk again, Will walks beside me, we leave the hotel and walk the sidewalk, there are fewer people on the street than I thought it would have, the breeze is cool against my face and even though I don't like the sand, I can't deny the beauty of the sea.

Without a destination in mind Will and I cross the street until we reach the beach, there is a stone-like wall stacked one on top of the other that skirts the perimeter of the beach, I walk on the sand, but only because I'm in sneakers and Will climbs on the wall, walking on it as we walk along the perimeter of the beach, just like a child:

"So..." I begin to speak breaking the silence "What did you have in mind when you called me to hang out?" I ask a little suspicious, but also curious, however I disguise that well.

Will has his eyes fixed on me as he walks over the little wall and at no point does he become unbalanced. His gaze makes me self-conscious of myself and I wonder what is going on in his mind:

"I just ... I wanted to talk to you. We start off on the wrong foot ..."

"No shit, Sherlock." I say sarcastically.

Will has the decency to appear guilty:

"You're right and I take the blame for it. That's why I want to ... you know ... to get to know you better."

I really didn't know what to answer or how to interpret it so I decided to give no definitive answer:

"I don't know about that, but ... since I'm here anyway, what do you want to do?" I ask, changing the subject.

Will looks at me thoughtfully before answering:

"I do not know. What do you like to do when you come to Hawaii?" He asks.

I snort:

"There is nothing to do here besides going to the beach and I hate sand so this is basically a tedious summer for me."

Will looks at me like I'm crazy, I've seen him use that expression around the school when talking to his friends and the fact that he's looking at me like that, I don't know, it makes me feel good inside:

"Do you really hate sand? Why?!"

"I do not like how she sneaks into every part of the human body."

Will shakes his head and then his eyes change as if I've just presented him with a challenge and he's determined to accomplish, which I do not really remember having done.

He jumps off the wall a few steps ahead of me, his back to me so he turns around making me stop walking when I'm about to bump into him since it all happened so fast, but instead of taking a step back to distance myself I stand in place as if something is holding me to the ground right where I am.

Will is four inches taller than me, his muscles stand out under his shirt, he is not overly muscular, but rather defined in all the right places, I have to bow my head back a little so I can look at his face, he really has a beautiful face and his eyes ... are so fucking blue, I don't know why the eye color blue has become my favorite since I first looked into his eyes.

We are so close that I lose myself in his gaze, which affects me more than I want to admit:

"Take off your shoes." Will orders softly.

"Wh-what?" I ask as I register his words.

Will smiles ant that along with his gaze affects me even more, my brain refuses to function properly:

"Take off your shoes." He repeats in the same domineering voice.

I'm walking on the sand and the only reason for this is because I'm in sneakers and he wants me to take off my shoe:

"Didn't I just say I don't like sand?" I ask wryly.

"If you don't do it, I'll do it for you." He says.

My brain finally decides to work and I take a step back away from Will, but he grabs my arms with his hands to stop me from running away:

"I'm not taking my shoes off, Will. "

Will lets me go:

"All right." Says and then opens a smile amused "Then I'll do it for you."

He bends down and tries to take my shoes off and for the first time I see this as a joke and not a threat.

I cannot help laughing when I look at Will try to take my all-star without success, he tries to lift my foot so he can take the sneakers off, but I resist, we are two idiots lounging in the middle of a beach and laughing a lot, we ended up falling in the sand, me on my ass and Will on his knees still trying to get my shoes off and instead of getting upset, I find it amusing.

He quickly takes off my sneakers and socks off my foot and I try not to step on the sand by keeping my feet up, but Will grabs my ankles, his touch bringing all kinds of sensations to my body, and pushes my feet down making them lean against the sand that makes me fall behind by the lack of balance.

I know I should be nervous, even angry, but I cannot stop laughing, Will comes crawling through the sand and then his face is above mine, our bodies almost touching. I finally stop laughing, but I cannot get the smile off my face which is extremely rare.

Will just looks at me from above, his eyes on mine and it's like he's seeing my soul, his smile mirrors mine:

"See? Sand is not that bad."

I resist the urge to raise my hand and caress his face so instead I just let myself look back at him memorizing the details of his face:

"Why do you always try to do what I don't like?" I ask without a trace of irritation in my voice.

"You are having fun." He claims.

I cannot stop smiling:

"I'm covered in sand." I say trying to stop smiling.

"It's still fun and sand comes out with water. You need to let it go, Nico. Get out of the comfort zone."

I shake my head and roll my eyes:

"Take off your shoes, too." I whisper as he's close enough to hear me.

Will obeys, he sits down to take off his shoes and I take the opportunity to get up, shaking the sand off of my hair.

The sand is soft against the soles of my feet. I look at the sea with the sun rising on the horizon:

"It's beautiful here." Will says looking in the same direction as me.

"It is. It's beautiful."

Final Notes

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