“We should fuck on the beach,” she says with a sigh. “What?” I ask with a laugh, and she turns to look at me. “We should fuck on the beach. That would be hot.” “There would be sand everywhere, Claire. Trust me.” She gasps, a hand going to her chest. “Miles Miller, are you telling me you’ve done this before?” I roll my eyes, but I feel a blush burning. “No, but I grew up here. Everyone has tried it. I tried once and decided pretty soon that it was a terrible idea.”
