Sandy Toes and Salty Kisses

Chapter 1

A/N:

Every story or piece of work I have ever written or scribbled or even thought of had always been under the thriller category. As a challenge on my writing ability I have written a lighthearted romance story for the first time ever. So please me give me a chance and give me constructive criticism.

One of the characters is French and throughout the story she only speaks French. My translations have been assisted by a French wattpader (hence the dedication). Please note that you DO NOT need to speak French to understand the story, heck I speak no French at all, so I assure you her speech is never important.

xoxo

Chapter One 

The morning sun draped onto my face with fierce heat burning my skin. I was pretty sure there was a red burn across my cheeks and nose because I could feel the skin there slightly crumbling like plastic under direct flame. My arms, legs and chest were bare and I felt like I was being toasted on a frying pan.

My body was motionless under the heat and for a long hour I just lay there on the beach allowing my nostrils to absorb the smell of the sea. The sweat off the men playing volleyball and the scent of hot dogs that early in the morning was pretty disturbing, but my sister Debbie had put a fruit-mix-smelling sun cream in my backpack that I was just too lazy to grab.

The music of the waves crashing against the sand continuously sent a calm tingle across my body. The screaming children and fuss of families behind me were rather reassuring. The roaring of distant cars was faint and muffled by the Jamaican music that the volleyball players were listening to through large speakers placed on either ends of the volley court.

I had only been standing on that stage in front of a couple of hundred parents, with my cap and gown on, receiving my diploma, a week ago. And yet it had seemed ages since I was anywhere near that horrific place called school. Probably the contrast of being engrossed in the warmth of the beach that made me think so. I needed to go to the universities that have accepted me and make my final decision. Which of them offered the best circumstances for a Law student?

I've been trying when on the beach, to push any of the serious matters away from my head. Try to relax the line between your eyebrows, my sister Debbie would always say. And the beach seemed like the only escape. I felt the sand beneath me scrubbing against my skin and I wanted to roll over on my chest to get some of the hot tan onto my back.

I slowly opened my dark blue eyes but the burning bright beam of sun rays blinded me. There were shapes of different colors dancing in my vision when I very difficultly ripped my eyes open. It took a while before the colors of light faded and I could actually see the ball of burning gas gazing down at earth.

I lay on my front and stared ahead at the morning crowd pouring towards the beach. It was a little past nine in the morning but for a week this sunny it was pretty normal for locals to wake up just to enjoy this rare heat. I was surprised though, when I arrived at the beach at that unpleasant hour of five in the morning to watch the sunrise over the city, that I wasn't alone.

There were a group of steroids-stuffed men in nothing but shorts gliding through the racing waves in their matching surf boards. There were some early fishermen driving out in their boats and yachts. Some locals were setting up the little booths where they sold cheap ice-cream and tattered beach balls. And many guys like me, had just arrived with a towel under their arm and a backpack with a swim suit.

It was the most gorgeous sunrise I have ever witnessed. It was very slow and gradual. It even was a little peculiar with the odd pink and purple colors blossoming into the sky for moments then fading behind the sun beams. The light was orange then, a very romantic dimmed light. As more people approached the beach, the sun kept rising higher, or the other way round.