8
Teegan
The cool sand squeezes between my toes as I walk down the beach, looking toward the pink and yellow sky. The tension from my alarm jarring me awake at an ungodly hour this morning leaves my body. I want to stretch my arms to my sides, close my eyes, and let my head fall between my shoulder blades while the sun warms my skin.
“Hey,” Leo says as he approaches wearing a tight-fitting wetsuit.
God, how can just the outline of a man’s body make my panties so wet? “Hi.”
He steps to the side and the strands of his honey-blond hair drip water onto his wetsuit. “Oh, s**t. Hold up.” He jogs across the sand to where a pile of stuff sits, coming back with a cup in his hands. “Here. Thanks for coming early.”
The cup is warm and from the aroma wafting off it I’d say he got me another coff
