Blake's POV
I get out of the truck to see a little boat down by the water. That's the only thing on the whole beach. Noah pulls a bag out of the trunk. "I need to change my shorts really fast. I don't know if you want to change because your clothes disappear and reappear, so it's up to you." Noah says as he bends down some on the other side of the car but still looking over at me
"Are you changing your shorts right now?" I ask
"Yes," he shrugged.
"Out here in the open like that? Anyone could see you." I say, looking around.
"You're the only one here, and I don't mind if you see me," Noah says with a smile and wiggles his eyebrows.
"You're so weird." I laugh
"It's not weird. Nobody was around, and I didn't want to be wearing this stupid bathing suit for longer than I had to.
