Chapter Eight
Nodding my head, I unscrewed the lid, “What’s your name?” I might as well find it out now, so I could have a name to place with these lusty feelings.
“Dom.”
It suited him. He leaned closer to me. Butterflies fluttered to life in my stomach, his hand resting beside my thigh, close enough to touch me. I thought he might. Instead, he grabbed one of the little alcohol bottles. I could feel the heat of his body and I wanted to lean forward to press myself against him.
“Do you want to go first?”
Man did I ever, and I had a feeling with him, I’d be going first a lot. I looked at his lips, wondering how they would taste, would his kiss be gentle. I doubted it, but maybe that’s what I needed right now.
“The question, Sarah?”
“Oh, um. Never have I been to the beach?”
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