Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?

Chapter Fifteen

I apologise for the MIA status! I've been going to uni and falling in love (and promptly out). Enjoy! 

The sea stretched out ahead of me like one never ending blanket of grey. It would have been nice to call it blue but the sun denied the water any glimpse of anything other than a murky green. The sand felt hot against my feet but I rather liked the sensation so I didn’t move them away. It was bliss to allow the sun to bake into my skin after so long of being cooped up within four walls.

Jack was somewhere behind me but I didn’t care. I’d had enough of caring about Jack all of the time. I did, however, care when his tanned arms encircled me and lifted me up into the stifling air. The sea looked nice and inviting enough but clothes still adorned my sweating being so I struggled in his grip.

“Don’t even dare,” I was trying to be menacing but failing.

“You look a bit hot, I’m just doing you a favour,” he whispered above the soft crashing of waves.

I knew Jack and I knew when he wanted something he got it – and right now he wanted me in that ocean. He had the balls and he had the motivation so, instead of resisting, I allowed him to wade waist deep into the waves before pushing off under the cool salty water.

When I emerged Jack was nowhere in sight but I wasn’t worried. The water was murky enough for him to hide under and he wasn’t a champion swimmer for nothing. Rolling my eyes, I quickly pulled off the shirt and shorts that were now sopping to reveal a skimpy polka dot bikini that I never thought I’d have enough confidence to wear.

There was something in Jack, something in his eyes, which made me comfortable whatever. When he wasn’t looking at me as if I was a piece of meat, he was looking at me as if I was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

“Got you,” a gurgled yell startled me as Jack shot abruptly from the water to scoop me up unexpectedly into his arms. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me and I couldn’t keep myself from smiling at the feelings. His tanned skin mixed with my pale skin, meshing together. He held me like a rag doll with the ends of my hair submerged in the sea.

From the angle I was in, it became painfully obvious that Jack was only in his swimming shorts. His warm skin chest pressed smoothly against my exposed skin. My cheeks flushed rose but I felt the uncontrollable grin overcome me.

“You’re unbelievable Jack,” I laughed.

In response he merely spun me around before letting me fall back into the cloudy water. It was peculiar remembering what Jack had once been – so mean and spiteful and cocky. Sure, he was still confident but I knew he’d never deliberately hurt me any longer. And in return I couldn’t think of a horrible thing to truthfully call him. It was weird to remember that I had hated him once.

My dripping hair shone all different colours against my shoulders as I splashed Jack with the salty froth.

“Care to take what you dish out?”

“Gladly,” he smirked and allowed me to devour him with water completely unfazed. It wasn’t until too late did I see the way his chest gleamed when the spray caught in the sun, or the way his hair was unkempt but still incredibly sexy, or the way his smirk made my stomach squirm into knots. It wasn’t until too late did I realise the goofy smile on my lips was impossible to remove.