How romantic...

#Chapter12 How romantic...

We walk down the beach in search of a comfortable spot to sit at, to shade us from the sizzling sun. We find a spot at the far side of the beach, away from the massive crowd of people.

/"Who wants to join me for a swim?/" Chase asks us as we lay our towels on the beach sand.

/"I'll go,/" Peyton accepts.

/"I'm okay. I'll join you guys later,/" I say as I peacefully and lay on my towel, not bothering to take off my shorts and shirt.

/"I'll stay as well,/" Tristan speaks up. I finally take time to notice how his shirt clings to his abdomen, revealing his perfect muscular self under the thin piece of material.

Peyton and Chase give us sly looks and nod before turning on their heels and run towards the water.

I put on my headphones and start listening to Maroon Five. Not really my favourite band, but it'll do. I take out a novel that I was reading a few days ago but never really had the chance to finish.