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In Bermuda? Okay.
I’ve arranged the flights and space at the airport to park for a few days, and am about to call the college next to explain her situation when I see her face fall.
“What is it?” I ask, putting my phone down and going over to her.
She looks crestfallen and I wonder what could have changed her mood so quickly.
Glancing at her screen, there’s a bright image of younger people smiling and laughing. Playing half-naked in the sun on a beach.
Like some people do at beaches, I guess.
“Lots of beaches in Bermuda, too,” she says, almost groaning.
“You don’t like the beach?” I venture, not minding if she doesn’t. I’ve never been a fan of all the sand that gets into everything but it is good for my tan.
“I love the beach. Just don’t have a beach body,” she says softly, looking down at the floor.
“What’s a beach body?” I ask, figuring she might be someone who burns easily in the sun.
Her face screws up, and she shakes her head from side to side.
“Girls like that,” she whines, tossing her phone onto the table and I watch the colors and shapes of people on a white sandy beach spin into a blur.
“Bodies like… yours,” she adds, and I feel a stab of self-consciousness in my chest.
“Do you really want to be seen on a beach with me?” she asks, her lip trembling a little as she flushes red.
“Do I really want to be seen in a swimsuit on a beach?” she muses to herself, throwing her hands up in a shrug before slumping down into a chair, her head in her hands. She murmurs something else about not even having one that would fit, but I’ve heard enough.
That someone so beautiful, so perfect could be so down on themselves worries me.
Because it’s Evelyn, it alarms me.
I sit down next to her and take her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Where we’re headed,” I tell her, “It’s a private house, with a private beach.”
Her eyes lift to meet mine, softening instantly. “Really?” she asks, sniffing back her tears before they take over.
“Really,” I remind her firmly.
“But it makes no difference, Evelyn. I just want to be wherever you are. I don’t care if the whole world’s there. As long as I can have you all to myself.”
Although I know that’s not completely true. The thought of Evelyn in a swimsuit, on a beach filled with young men.
I don’t know that I’d be able to let her be on display like that without eyeballing every guy, threatening to punch their bulging eyes to the backs of their heads.
“I’m just shy, Mark,” she confides. “I’ve never been the ideal weight or shape that other girls are. Being on a beach with someone as perfect as you are-”
“You weren’t shy last night,” I cut in, and we both smile. She even giggles a bit which makes us both feel better.
“It’s different with you. I just don’t want to feel like I’m on display,” she says finally. “I know it’s silly, but if we can have some privacy, I’d like that.”
“Oh, I didn’t plan on sharing you,” I admit. “I still don’t. I want you all to myself, Evelyn. And just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with your body. It’s perfect, but that’s not the only reason why I love you,” I confess, making us both blush a little before I have to lean in and kiss her.
Pulling her onto my lap as I engulf her in my arms, I feel her gasp when she feels just how much I love her, my hopelessly stiff length pressing into her soft flesh, yearning to be inside her already.
I guide her hand to it, groaning loudly when I feel her grip tighten on my shaft starting to pump up and down, her breathing as quick and hard as mine in seconds.
For a moment, all thoughts of Bermuda disappear and we’re both in the grip of our primal feelings. The urge, the need to connect on another level.
“I want you so bad,” I hear my voice groaning. Her own soft body starts to twist and press into my hardness.
She whimpers and gasps, biting her lip as she tries to tell me she wants me to.
Like, right. Fucking. Now.
But I wanted this to be special, not some rushed fuck at her dad’s place.
Something that tells her how much she means to me. How special she is.
Her body shudders under mine and she whines my name louder as I see her start to lose all control.
My dick’s already twitching in my pants, almost pained to be just inches away from her sweetness.
The urge is past thinking by now, and we both know how much we need each other.
“This was supposed to be special,” I try to protest, feeling her hair against my face as she purrs deeply, grinning with a new purpose. Her hands moving up to my chest before wrapping around my neck
