A body thudded onto a towel beside me, wet enough to flick damp seawater across my chest and kick sand over my calves. I rolled, glowered, ready to unburden my substantial irritation at my intruder— Shea—shirtless, in low-slung board shorts that barely clung to his hips, water dripping down his skin, skin I’d had my mouth on—was propped on one elbow and grinning. “Hi,” he said. I couldn’t have told you my name with a gun to my head.
Man is completely starstruck 😍😍😍
