Summerset

Summerset Chapter 2

Josh ran his hand slowly through his golden blond hair his eyes smiling. I didn’t even have to look at his lips to know he was smiling, though it didn’t stop me from looking. His lips curved into a smile that sent shivers up my spine. I had never seen a human being that features were so perfect. Honestly, I don’t know why he’s sitting next to me.

“So what is it you do… exactly?” Noticing his look of confusion I could see he took it the wrong way. Gosh, people with their perverted minds. “I mean as a job… to make money… as a career.” I kept trying to find the right words but all of them sounded wrong.

“Oh, sorry. I’m down here to become an actor. I actually got a job a while back.” He said brushing his thumb across my cheek. I smiled full force at him. “Would it impress you if I told you I had my own apartment?”

I thought about it for a little bit. I wasn’t sure. I mean yeah, it’s pretty cool but it sets off so many warning bells in my head. I was raised in a Christian home; we were never like up tight, poll up your butt Christian’s but I stuck to the morals of my religion.

I was about to say no when those marvelous lips I had been admiring early landed softly on mine. He kissed me. It was soft and tidy. It was just a quick tester kiss, to see if I was into them.

He pulled away. His eyes were sparkling. “So… What’s your job about?” I asked trying to relive the awkwardness of the moment.

“Oh, right now I’m doing a movie called “Summerset”. It’s a horror movie and that’s all I’m allowed to say right now.” He smiled liking the idea of having a secret.

I stuck my tongue out at him. He licked my tongue. I fell backward with my tongue still sticking out because I didn’t know what to do with it.

He burst out into laughter. His laughter was so contagious that I couldn’t stop laughing either. We both fell back me onto my pink towel him onto the sand.

“What time is it?” I asked wording about having to meet Harry.

“Ummm…” He looked down at his watch, “about 9:30.”

“Crap!” I said jumping up and grabbing all my stuff.  I was debating ways to make my towel into suitable clothes to cover up my bikini.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked jumping to his feet as well.

“I have to go meet Harry at a coffee shop and… Crap! I don’t have clothes.” I gave up on the towel there was just no way.

“Oh here.” He said taking off his shirt and handing it to me.

I stuttered something about how he didn’t have to take off his shirt. My stutters stopped though when I saw that he was just as perfect topless as he was with his top on, maybe even better.

“Take it. From the look on your face I look better without it anyways.” He wrote something on it first with a marker he had kept stuffed in his pocket before forcing it on me.

I took the shirt, though it looked really bad that I was wearing some random guy’s shirt. I sprinted off to the coffee shop. Hopefully I wouldn’t be too late.