Max's POV
The dusk wrapped its fingers into our surroundings. Oranges mixed with the flaming red, forming a pink hue in the sky as the sun descended across the horizon. The bright rays dimmed as they clashed with the darkness of the evening sky, getting sucked in, and giving time for the stars to print their mark on the inky beautiful painting hovering above us.
The stars were bright, like a promise of life in the middle of darkness. A sense of warmth emerges from the coldness.
A low breath parted my lips as I took into the breathtaking scene, my palms sinking into the sand as I sat by the shore and watched the night unfold over us one last time before we go back home. If I will put aside the fact that I was kidnapped and almost died, this place was exquisite by all means.
It did help that I got laid one time at least...she was hot but what was her name for the love of God. I still can't remember it.
I felt a ball land by my side, pulling me out of my thoughts and rolling over from somewhere behind me. I extended my hand, stopping it before it goes down into the sea.
"Where is the damn ball-" I heard voices from behind me, coming from the other side, where I saw a group of people playing volleyball a couple of minutes ago, "I saw it heading that way-" The voices got closer and I pushed myself to my feet, taking the ball into my hands, and ready to hand it to its owner.
"Excuse m-" She was about to talk to me and I was already turning around to face her, my hand extended to give the ball back, "I think this is y-" The words hitched in my throat when my eyes fell into her, the first thing they recognized was the mess of ginger hair. Unique and not easily forgettable.
A low breeze passed by us, making some of the loosened strands dance along with it, "It's you," I breathed out, pulling my hand that was holding the ball back.
Recognition flashed into her eyes and her lips curved a smile, "Kidney boy!" She said, happy that she remembered.
My eyebrows pulled closer, "That's what you remember me as," I pointed out, my eyebrow raising as I called her back with a similar nickname, "Hospital roof girl."
She chuckled, low and smooth before she stepped closer, extending her hands forward, "Can I have my ball back, please?"
I edged backward, taking that chance away from her, "Just a sec," I said, "What are you doing here?" I did think I caught a glimpse of her the other day. I just thought I was imagining things...apparently not.
What are the chances, huh?
Her eyebrows pulled closer and she looked around us before her confused gaze fell on me, "Trying to take my ball back," She said as a matter of fact and my eyebrow raised, "I meant here as in..." I looked around us, addressing the country.
"I am on vacation with my family," She answered before her eyes narrowed at me, suspiciously, "What are you doing here?"
"Also on a vacation...or something like that," I mumbled. If you consider almost dying a vacation, then yeah, sure.
She kept eyeing me suspiciously before she looked at her ball tucked under my arm and waist, "Now, can I have my ball, my friends are waiting-" She looked behind at the group of people gathered around and talking at a far distance.
Why is she in a hurry to take it and leave? I am trying to make a conversation over here...also why do I feel kind of...nervous? Like my throat is dry and my stomach feels all weird and how in god's name do I usually get girls to sleep with me?
"Yeah, sure," I mumbled, extending the ball forward and when she pressed her hand over it, ready to take it, I pulled back slightly, realizing something, "What's your name?"I still don't even know her name.
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Gingerbread Latte
RomanceI had a plan; Go to college, have sex and years later become a doctor. Easy and simple, right? Yeah, well that was the idea until a family secret came out and flipped my whole world upside down. Fast forward to an accident and a kidney transplant...
