Thursday, May 5, 2016

The sand was warm between her toes and on her knees in the moonlight, as the looked up at him, her hands pulling at the small of his back. The roar of the ocean resonated with the blood rushing through her ears, cheeks, heart.

Grinning, she licked her lips and smiled; they both chuckled and he wrapped his hands in her lavender hair. "Come here," he said.