Before he can catch me staring, I stand up and avoid looking at him as I pull the white gauzy dress over my head. I wore one of my favorite swimsuits today. It’s dark green, with high waisted bottoms and a halter neck top with scallop trim. I take a deep breath, prepare myself for whatever his reaction might be, and lift my head. Grayson is on his knees in the sand, bowing down repeatedly. That is not what I expected to see, to say the least. “What on earth are you doing?” I ask him. He pauses, arms raised above his head. “The only thing I can before such magnificence: bow down.” “You are
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