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I pull her onto my back and go waist deep. I refuse to go any farther. People
must be out farther than me at all times. I’m not scared of the water, but this is
Florida. I don’t care how safe the beach is supposed to be, there is something
somewhere that will bite you in the ass. Sanya and I happen to be partial to my ass.
We look out for a while, letting the clear water soothe us.

A nearby family builds a sandcastle, while a guy teaches his girlfriend how to
stand on a surfboard.
“How did you know?” I ask once my blood pressure is normal.
Sanya sighs, her breath rustling my hair. “You gave him the same look you gave
Cassie’s brother.”
I rub her hand. “Good thing you’re perceptive.” “I’ve got your back.”
I smile despite the storm of emotions raging through me. “Thank you, kindly.”
Another moment of silence passes before she speaks again.
“I feel like I’m dealing with your twin brother again.” I smile remembering the
last time she’d mentioned a twin.
“Well, no one is cheating on me this time.” I feel her chuckle.
“Tell me, Mr. Zidane, what’s bothering you?” I love hearing my last name on
her lips. It’s beyond sexy.

“I don’t know where to start really.” I can’t blame my mood on her. I don’t
want her to feel I expect sexual favors.
“What do you feel?” That is easy. “Frustrated.”
“Do I need to get you away from these people? I’d be happy to. Your state of
mind is more important than all of them added together.” She rubs my hair and
thinks a little longer. “And multiplied by twenty.”
I shift her until she is facing me and straddling my waist. I like our new
position. She locks her hand behind my neck. I especially like how her bikini clad
breasts look pressed against my chest.
“You’d do that for me?”
Sanya smiles sweetly. “Just say the words.”
Fuck me. Not the words she means, but they are still first to pop into my mind.
“I don’t know how much more I can take of your rude ex…” She pushes my
shades to the top of my head then does the same with hers.
“I want to see your eyes. I like your eyes.” I squeeze her a little tighter, banding
my arms around her waist. Why can’t the whole trip be just like this?