Roles Reversed

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Sasha POV

I wanted to say that we were a couple, but that was moving awfully fast.

We walked to breakfast and ate with our friends.

Afterwards, we went to the beach.

Finally.

As I waded into the chilly water, I heard splashing noises behind me. I assumed it was one if the girls until I was being lifted into the air.

"Shay! Shay stop!" I squealed. He ran deeper into the water and threw me out.

I have to admit, I was a little nervous. I guess he saw the panic in my face because he moved to wrap his strong arms around my waist.

"You're okay, chickadee. I'm here," he whispered.

I pecked him on the lips.

His eyes widened in surprise. He started to say something but I interrupted.

"Let them think whatever the hell they want to think. I don't care," I said with a smile.

"That works for me," he said, giving me a real kiss this time.

He tagged me and childishly yelled, "You're it!" and ran back towards shore.

I swam after him until I caught up enough to jump onto his back.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

"You're it," I giggled.

With me still latched onto him, he fell backwards into the water. I let out a small scream.

When I came up from the water, I swatted him.

"Rude."

"Sass," he countered.

"Jerk."

"Beautiful."

His comment caught me off guard. In my moment of confusion, he gathered me up into his arms and threw me over his back like a toy doll.

"Shay," I warningly growled.

He took me up and dropped my wet body into the dry sand.

"Uh!" I huffed indignantly.

I was literally covered in sand. Everywhere except for my head and neck.

I was going to get him back for this.

I just didn't know how yet.

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"Did you have fun today?" Shay asked me.

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! I love the beach," I said.

He whipped off his tank top and threw it into his suitcase which we were using for dirty clothes since our clean ones were unpacked.

Even though I had seen him shirtless all day, the sight still captivated me.

He winked at me and jumped onto my bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"Sitting. What are you doing?" he asked with way to much relaxation. He stretched out his legs and crossed them and put his hands behind his head, which of course caused his Greek god arm muscles to contract, resulting in me staring.

"Like what you see?" he inquired.

Deciding to tease him a bit, I played along. "Oh yes, very much," I replied, taking extra care to dramatize my hands running through my wavy hair.

I tore off my shorts and sweaty tank top and threw them into the suitcase.

"I'll be in the shower," I said, grabbing the previous nights pajamas from the bed.

I was only in my bathing suit at this point, so I swayed my hips a little extra on my way to the bathroom.

I had to laugh to myself. I was being quite un-Sasha like right now, but I kind of enjoyed it.

As I started to shut the door to the bathroom, I heard him spring off the bed.

Shay POV

Okay, if she thinks she can just sway her skinny little ass in that bikini and not have me do something about it, she's wrong. On so many levels.

I hopped off the bed and smacked open the unlocked door.

She was trying to comb through her tangly-yet unbelievably sexy-hair.

And she was still in that freaking bikini.

I wasted no time walking up behind her. She completely ignored me.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and she tensed. I pulled her back into me slowly. I felt her stiffen even more.

I bent down so my lips grazed the top of her ear.

"Kiss me," I commanded.

And so she did.

My hands were caught up in her hair and hers were roaming my bare chest.

I slipped my left hand to her bathing suit clasp and she jerked away.

"Shay," she breathed, "No, okay? No," she was panting.

I nodded. "I'm sorry, baby," I said.

And she didn't correct me this time.

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